“Some stories aren’t whispered to warn or teach. They’re told because the truth keeps bleeding through.”
The Shrouded Histories are myths woven from forgotten truths, fractured memory, and the hollow echoes of a world before The Fall. Unlike Warding Tales, which teach, or stories of creatures that frighten, these myths linger, half-truths etched in ash, sung by broken things, or buried beneath the bones of vanished civilizations. Scholars debate their origins, priests redact them, and madmen cling to them. They are tales of what might have happened when gods still walked freely, when magick ran unbound, when time bled in strange directions and entire nations were devoured without explanation. Some of these myths may hold shards of truth, accounts of the Fall scrubbed from temple walls, divine rebellions sealed behind veils of silence, or soul-breaking discoveries too dangerous to confirm. Others are stories born from trauma, collective grief given shape. What binds them is their persistence. The same myth, told a thousand different ways, still leads to the same feeling: that the past is not done with us, and that the dead world beneath our feet sometimes remembers.