Wheel Of Renewal "Echoes of the Eras: Where Balance Shapes the Forgotten and the Foretold"

A Riddle from Madeline The Song of Eras   "In the start of time, the first spark was lit, A song that sang, but none could commit. To the heart of the song, the builders did reach, Seeking a truth they could never teach.   The worlds they cracked, the realms they tore, Opened portals, let chaos pour. Dimensional rifts, a war that raged, And ancient gods in silence caged.   But not all was lost, nor was all forsaken, A prophecy arose, to heal what’s shaken. A Valkyrie walked, the chosen to rise, With wings of light and the stars in her eyes.   The Song of Eras, a melody so deep, Whispers of secrets the ages do keep. As realms collide and balance sways, She will guide the world through the shifting maze.   But beware the relics the ancients did hide, For Illagers wait with darkness as guide. In the ocean’s depths, in the sky’s embrace, They’ll seek to unravel the sacred grace.   The riddle’s not finished, no, not today, For the song’s true ending is yet to play. As I watch from shadows, and you walk the land, Know the next page is held in your hand."   And so, Madeline’s riddle weaves through the ages—cryptic, like a shadow, leading the way with fragments of wisdom, like scattered stars guiding the lost.