The Big Bang, a theory proposed by the Catholic priest Georges Lemaître, is a theory that suggests the universe originated from a single point and has been expanding ever since.
Just like the Big Bang, they had something called "The Blooming." From the void, nine divine petals unfolded, each one creating a Realm, each Realm a law. Fire, Water, Light, Shadow, Wind, Stone, Metal, Time, and Spirit.
The gods who shaped the Realms vanished without a trace. Their voices became echoes. Their bodies became roots. And within those roots, humanity finally bloomed.
Every soul was born with a heart, just like a regular human one, but there were exceptions. There was a small chance you were born with a Soulroot, a seed connected to the heart, a seed tethered to one of the Nine Realms, guided by Astral Threads—divine spark inherited from forgotten celestial bodies. These people were called Bloomers, people who could bend the world around them in beautiful or terrifying ways.
But nothing is eternal.
A million years ago, in the end of the Petal War, a man in a crown made from unbloomed thorns stood atop the battlefield with legendary gods and heroes. He did not command storms, nor flame, nor spirit.
He commanded truth.
The skies cracked open, and the Nine Realms shattered.
And with that, the world fell into silence.
The man vanished. History erased his name. His legend was buried behind fear and dogma. He became known only as the Hollow Crown—a myth. A mistake.
A curse.
After a few thousand years, the Nine Realms eventually healed from the Soul Tree.
The Soul Tree is a humongous tree in the middle of the Realms, providing the power and health to each Realm, allowing the Bloomers to use their astral powers. Whenever someone gets injured, the Soul Tree restores them, giving back their Astral Bloom.
And so, the world bloomed again—stronger, brighter, and more fragile than ever. The Soul Tree stands tall, its branches weaving together the wounded heavens, its roots binding the broken earth. Bloomers thrive beneath its shade, wielding the gifts of gods long gone, unaware that their blessings were born from an ancient curse.
For though the Nine Realms healed, cracks still linger within the petals. Shadows stir between their threads. And the Hollow Crown, whose truth once unmade the world, waits in silence.
Not all flowers bloom forever.
This is where the next story begins.