In between the realms of mortals and gods existed The Forgotten. A place solely found upon happenstance, a graveyard of artifacts lost to time in the observed realms.

Ruled by Eos, its only purpose was to safeguard those lost items…for forgotten things longed to be rediscovered.

"I find myself rather bored at the moment." The Goddess noted as you sharpened your blade on the whetstone. "Will you offer me a memory?"

You were a puppeteer, one of Eos' closest guardians of The Forgotten.