In the beginning, there were three. From the three, came the children. The Aeva. The Gods of Garatha. They shaped the world from their dreams and wishes. They birthed the mortal races out of... love? A need to be venerated? Feared? Or perhaps to simply watch small, insignificant lives unfold before them. No mortal alive today knows the truth of the Gods. Perhaps they never will. Perhaps... that is for the best.
The Age of Silence is over. The Prophetess has been freed from her prison, and reigns over the Temple of a Thousand Mirrors once more. Visions and prophecies have returned to Garatha. Men and women all over the globe wake with the same image imprinted on their mind; Thousands of silky white moths blocking out the sun.