The Prime, a race of celestial worshippers, had long venerated Sun & Moon as divine beings. Their reverence for the heavenly bodies was not merely a matter of faith, but also a source of deep understanding. Through careful observation and study, the Prime had deciphered the patterns of the cosmos, predicting celestial events with uncanny accuracy.1
However, calamities weren't avoided simply through worship. After suffering from calamities and not receiving the help as promised, on of the Primes, known as Archeon, sought to defy the rules. No longer worshipping the Celestial Bodies, but to take their power for his own!1With unwavering determination and unparalleled intellect, the Prime, Archeon, embarked on a quest to unveil the secrets of the celestial bodies amidst the rapestry of starry sky. He conducted countless experiments, meticulously analyzing the light emitted by Sun & Moon, as well as the Stars that divided them. 1
Through trial and error, Archeon developed a series of intricate devices that could capture and manipulate the energy of light and imprint the lights of Sun, Moon and Stars onto physical body. The light from Sun, Moon and Stars were distinctly different, and by weaving
them into an intricately beautiful pattern, he was able to control light and energy! It was then that the curtain of a new era was unveiled. The Era of Celestial Dawn!
As Primes mastered the way of weaving patterns, a new Question arose. Where to implant the Pattern? However profound and beautiful the pattern is, without utilising it, all efforts are in vain. So Archeon implanted the pattern on himself, right over his Heart! The process was unimaginably painful, causing the undeterred Prime to howl in agony! Afterwards though, he was reborn! Bathed in the light of Celestial Bodies, he alone was unmatched across the Land!1
The Prime's newfound powers allowed them to achieve feats that were previously thought to be impossible. They could manipulate matter with their minds, control the forces of nature, and even traverse the vast expanse of the cosmos. They had become true masters of their destiny, their existence elevated to a level that was once thought to be reserved for the gods themselves.
The legends of Archeon were varied but also universally accepted --
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The gentle wind whipped Archeon's cloak around him as he stood atop the tallest building in the heart of a majestic city. This was Prime. His home. He knew these lands, not from books or stories, but from the deep, resonant hum that echoed in his very bones. He was a Prime, a True Prime!
The monoliths, scattered across the city, were not mysteries to him. They were the very creations of his that will change the world! With the monoliths, he could harvest and channel the energy of the Celestial Bodies to weave intricate patterns. The patterns will be the foundation of every Prime!
Archeon created that legacy and left it for the empire he built. He felt the pull of the constellations, the thrumming resonance of the earth beneath his feet. He knew where the power lay dormant, waiting to be rekindled. He had spent years looking up at the Celestial Bodies, this time he looked up again, not in awe, fear or reverence. No! This time his gaze was that of a Commandment!He raised his hands to the sky, not in supplication, but in command. He felt the power surge through him, a torrent of cosmic energy that threatened to tear him apart, to elevate him beyond his mortal form. He embraced it, welcomed it, for it was his birthright.He closed his eyes, not in fear, but in anticipation. He was home. He was Prime.