I’ve Decided to Share My Secrets (You’re Welcome)

History is a river, but the truth is a riptide. I have spent eons cataloging the loves, wars, and ruins of the multiverse from my sanctuary within the Void. I have seen empires rise on a whisper and fall on a kiss.

But records are useless if they remain in the dark.

For centuries, the Council has forbidden the dissemination of these tales. They claim the stories of Necromancers, Warlords, and Goddesses are “too volatile” for mortal consumption. They fear that if you knew the truth about the magic that bleeds between worlds, you might start looking for the cracks in your own reality.

I say: let them look.

I have decided to declassify the Archives. However, as an immortal entity bound to the Void, my ability to publish paperbacks and manage a website is… limited. I require a conduit. A mortal anchor.

I found her in the High Desert of the mortal realm. Shalyndria Adea.

She is a Weaver, not of magic, but of code and art. She constructs worlds from pixels and binds them with syntax. We have struck an arrangement: I provide the history, and she translates it into a format your minds can comprehend. She believes she is writing “Fantasy.” I am content to let her believe that, provided she spells the incantations correctly.

Welcome to EverWoven Tales. The seal is broken. The library is open.

Try not to touch the cursed artifacts on your way in.

— E.G.