Although they failed to be remembered, they will never be forgotten. In this Ancient world, none have lived, and none have learned. Join us, join us as we untangle the strands of time, the convoluted strings that were destined to destroy reality in its entirety.



It is said that reality is what we perceive. If a tree falls and no one hears it, did it make a sound?

If reality is what we perceive, then what about the Forgotten?

Far Hallow had no origin, no beginning, and no end. The very bases it existed was unstable. Far Hallow was the first, the first reality, and in time, the first tragedy.

Long before you, and long after, time began to unwind. At this place, the place where magic itself began. The very principles of its existence, the very memories of its past became its destruction. They the first, were destined to be the last.

Because of the mess that time had become, although there was no after, the world has made a future. A future thats existence was dependent on the first, the first that was the last.

If you are forgotten, does reality forsake you?

Your reality existed hundreds of times, hundreds of realties that you never saw. Worlds that never should have been. Each bearing different names, each being the origin of the same principle.

Reality itself should never have been, reality itself exists only on the condition that it is reality.

This, this is where our story ends. But it is also where the story starts. With time ripped apart, but fixed at the start, this is why your world was dead.



In essence, the existence of a future, defines the outcome of the past.

The precise origin of the rift is unknown. It is known however, that it is an indication of the instability of your reality. Throughout your adventure, you were meant to unravel the tangled strands of time. To find the fragments of memory that remain of those forgotten.

You yourselves existed in a paradox. Your passage through the rift caused time itself to become unstable, yet the rift existed because of times instability. You were always destined to be remembered. Yet, at the same time, you were always meant to be forgotten. A paradox, that by nature, would destroy itself

It is best that rather than considering time an immoveable force throughout this journey. You must instead view it as insignificant. If you try to make sense of something, that by definition is impossible to define. The forgotten shall remain as they are.