In the wondrous beginning, Aok, with magic untold, fashioned the worlds. Darkness draped over the abyss, and the planets spun in formlessness and void. Across the shimmering seas, Aok's Keyblade danced, bearing witness to creation's unfolding spectacle. 

Emmery, the faithful chronicler, inscribed the tale of the Keyblade's journey and all that it beheld. A prophecy echoed forth: Aok shall come amid billowing clouds, and all eyes shall marvel at his splendor. Emmery, with a heart full of wonder, presented the Aurora Beacon as a gift before Aok, proclaiming, "No ordinary light can banish the shadows." 

With royal decree, Emmery and King Casest summoned Sope, the Keyblade's Wielder, commanding, "Upon the lofty altar, let the morning's offering be set ablaze." 

As twilight descended, figures roamed the streets like animated torches, their movements swift and lively, like the mischievous activities of animated characters 

Pay heed to what I have to say, wise men and people of the land. Have you experienced similar things in the past? 

Thus, it was decided that the faithful would be brought before the gatekeepers of realms, to the threshold of the gate, or to the door of destiny, where judgment would be handed out.