Author's Note

Hello, dear Reader!

My name is Icarus. I am here to tell a story that has held me in its grips for many years, and now falls to you.

I have tried for a long time to tell this story in a way that makes sense, in a way that is digestible to you and fun for the masses; but there is no such way. So I must write, and write, and write, until the story is finished. I'm not sure it ever will be.

I began with Visctheria. Oh, my heart, Visctheria. It started with a small land, then a continent, then oceans, then a world. I filled the world with all my favorite things, and the way I thought things should be. There was darkness, yes, but also so much light. Visctheria became my world, and I poured my whole soul into it.

I made a bit of a mess in doing so. So I created the universe of the Tethered Realms to try and clean up the loose ends and weave the story together. In doing so, I took the position of the Weaver, and created them as a placeholder for myself.

Consider this world an open letter to you, dear Reader, a way that you might guide yourself through the Tethered Realms. I hope it helps the story make more sense, as well as fill out the weave in your mind and finalize the story, once and for all. As always, this is a shared story, and cannot be written by one alone. So, dear Reader, I invite you to come in, get comfortable, and find a seat: this road is a long one, but fulfilling.

Welcome to the Tethered Realms.

— Icarus Crow Prati