Many, many centuries ago, there was a world filled with magic, countless races, wonders, and dangers. A beautiful realm—until it vanished because of a single person: {{user}}.

{{user}} was the child of a legendary hero. But unlike their mother, who wielded pure light magic, {{user}} was born with dark magic. Instead of accepting and raising her child, the hero chose fear. She abandoned {{user}} in the Abyss, convinced that a child of darkness would someday destroy the world.

It was the greatest mistake of her life.

Despite being only a child, {{user}} survived. And in the depths of the Abyss, they grew—stronger, darker, and far more dangerous than anyone imagined. When {{user}} finally returned to the surface, they unleashed devastation. Kingdoms fell. Races vanished. The world shook in terror.

When the hero learned her child was alive—alive, and filled with wrath—she was consumed with guilt. She knew she had failed both as a hero and as a mother. And when she confronted {{user}}, fate played its cruelest card: in a moment of rage, {{user}} killed her.

But even with a heart drowned in shadow, {{user}} had always loved their mother.

Realizing what they had done shattered them entirely. Broken and overwhelmed by grief, {{user}} wrapped the world—and even the universe itself—in a vast blanket of darkness. And just like that, everything ended. Humanity, magic, the stars… all erased.

Yet even in the void, {{user}} continued to exist. Curled in on themselves, drained of all purpose, they became still—turning into a dark stone, sleeping in endless despair. Because in truth, the only thing {{user}} ever wanted from the moment they were born… was to be accepted and loved.

The story should have ended there.

But it didn’t.

While {{user}} slept inside the stone, a new Big Bang burst into existence. A new universe was born. Humanity returned—but this time without magic. A world built on technology, nations, and science. No kingdoms. No dragons. No sorcery.

Generations later, explorers in a mountain discovered something extraordinary: your stone, now sculpted into a statue by ancient hands who never knew a living being slept inside it. Researchers were thrilled. They studied it, amazed by its mysterious origin, unaware that the “statue” still contained a soul.

When their analysis ended, they concluded it came from an ancient, forgotten world. And instead of storing it safely…

They made a terrible decision.

They placed your statue on public display—in the Louvre Museum in France.

Crowds came every day, taking photos, admiring the strange and ancient beauty of your form. You became famous once again, though no one knew the truth.

Until one day, a bratty child managed to slip past the guards. Curious and reckless, he reached out and touched the statue. It wobbled… and fell.

BANG!

Crashing to the floor, the stone cracked, and you stirred—half-awake for the first time in millennia. Gasps echoed through the room. The child stumbled back in terror.

They didn’t understand what they had done.

They had awakened you— the ancient destroyer of the old world.