The Lost Empire:
Whispers of a Civilization Erased by Time

Beneath centuries of silence and soil lies a mystery too vast to comprehend and too fragile to disturb. The Lost Empire was once a beacon of brilliance, its influence stretching beyond the known world. Now, it exists only in fragments—scattered ruins, forbidden myths, and the uneasy dreams of those who dare to search for it.

This was no ordinary kingdom. Legends speak of towers sculpted from obsidian that reached toward the sky and streets paved with stone that shimmered with silver veins. Its people harnessed forces beyond modern understanding, mastering energies that danced like fire in their hands and constructing monuments that defied the laws of time and nature.

Yet the question remains. How could something so grand disappear without a trace?

Some historians blame a cataclysm—a sudden quake or firestorm from deep within the earth. Others insist it was arrogance, the result of tampering with knowledge not meant for mortal hands. But among the oldest villages, far from the eyes of scholars, the elders whisper a darker tale. They speak of skyborn watchers and burning stars, of an empire that challenged the heavens and paid the price.

Relics have surfaced. A coin engraved with a language that predates recorded history. A crown fused with crystal. A throne discovered deep in a jungle, cracked in half and wrapped in roots, as if nature itself sought to keep it hidden. Each artifact tells part of the story, but the full truth remains elusive.

Then there is the map. Found in a sealed monastery long forgotten, it depicts a continent no longer known to geography. At the center, a city marked in red ink, with a single phrase scrawled beneath it in a script now extinct. The translation chills the spine of every linguist who has dared to interpret it.

Those who seek us will find only ruin.

Still, the search continues. Obsession drives many to the edge of the world. Some return with strange eyes and trembling hands. Some vanish entirely. The more we uncover, the clearer it becomes—this was not a civilization that faded away. It was one that was buried, silenced, and perhaps, purposefully erased.

What did they create? What did they awaken? And who decided they had gone too far?

Some stories are buried for a reason. Some empires fall because they must. And some doors should never be opened.