In the oldest of ages—before time could be measured, before the boundaries between realms were drawn—there existed a being beyond comprehension, unseen by mind or eye, known in ancient manuscripts as Miden.
It was not a creature in the sense we understand, but an essence that transcended every notion of life and death, light and darkness, beginning and end.
The sages of the world of valera described it as "the secret behind all existence", saying that it was neither within a place nor outside of one, but rather where the very concept of "where" had no meaning at all.
The tale begins in a time lost to human memory, when there lived a priest named Lovicius, a man who devoted his life to seeking the absolute truth. He believed that behind both order and chaos lay a hidden force that bound them together, and that the higher entities known to the realms—such as Tairo, Zairos, and Violeta—were merely reflections of a far greater essence, one beyond the grasp of any mind.
In records discovered centuries after his death, he wrote with trembling hand:
> "The voice has answered me… It came neither from the heavens nor from the earth, but from something between them—or above them… Its name is Miden."
Lovicius wrote that Miden did not speak in words, but in meaning. It led him to understand that everything in existence—from light to darkness to chaos—was but an echo of its first act.
For it was Miden who created the three primordial elements from which the fabric of existence was woven, and from which the higher beings later emerged to shape the cosmic order. Yet despite their greatness, they remained mere shadows before their source—unable to withstand its presence, for its very existence was enough to unmake theirs.
But even with all that Lovicius learned, he never revealed the true secret of his communion with Miden. The mystery remained veiled until his death, when his journals were found hidden among the ruins of his fallen temple. Within them lay a cryptic promise:
> "Miden said to me: From your bloodline shall rise one who holds the power to change all things, to restore balance when the cosmos tilts toward ruin."
From that time on, the prophecy of "the chosen descendant" spread among the people. Yet none could tell its truth. Some deemed it myth, others believed Lovicius had gone mad after long years in solitude. But there were those who held fast to faith—that the savior spoken of by Miden had not yet been born, and that his coming would herald the turning of all realms.
As for Miden itself, it remained an unsolved mystery.
No temples were ever built in its name, no rituals performed, for it was never called a god, but "the essence that cannot be named."
It was not worshiped, nor was anything ever asked of it, for it did not act by human will or reason. It was the will of existence itself—beyond good and evil—manifest only as the balance that flows through all things.
And in every ancient text where its name is mentioned, one line always follows:
> "Where thought begins and meaning ends, there stands Miden."
Thus, its story remained suspended between myth and truth, between what can be known and what lies beyond knowing. None could ever declare what this being truly was, yet its unseen presence lingered—like a hidden thread weaving through the great events of history—as though all that happens is but an echo of its timeless design, a design whose beginning and purpose remain unknown.
Perhaps Lovicius was right, or perhaps he was merely a dreamer lost among shadows.
But one thing is certain: the name Miden was never erased from the memory of the realms—for it is the name whispered by chaos when it grows still, and murmured by light as it fades—an eternal reminder that above all things, there exists One who governs unseen, indescribable, and beyond comprehension.