Preface
Long ago, when the world still stretched into infinity and had no boundaries in any direction, the fatums were among the most important links between the horizontal and the vertical worlds. They lived in a vast kingdom, where every fairy had their own task. The Fairy Queen was the mother of them all, nourishing every being of the realm with her wisdom and unconditional love.
Beside the Fairy Queen stood the fairy princess, who studied and grew so that one day she might take her mother’s place. The princess’s education, the daily affairs of the Empire, and the connections with other worlds were overseen by the Fairy Council, composed of the wisest fatums.
The layers of the world fit together harmoniously, complementing and supporting growth — growth itself being part of Creation, even if to many it seemed that the Creator had already finished His work.
At first, everything unfolded beautifully and joyfully, just as it was written in the Great Book of Life. Everyone knew their role and their place. No one tried to be other than who they truly were. No one sought to take another’s place, nor to rule over others. Some souls took on human form and moved into the horizontal world, seeking to experience themselves, while the fatums, remaining in the vertical world, guided these souls along their path. The inhabitants of both worlds grew in harmony, together creating the wonder of life alongside the animals, plants, spirits, and all manner of creatures around them. The world had a thousand faces, and it was precisely this diversity that gave Creation its essence.
Everyone was free to do what they felt inclined to. There were no spoken or written rules or laws, yet everyone knew their place in the world. And so it was right. The whole world was free, and this freedom gave rise to immeasurable change and the many forms of life.
Then something happened…
In a small yet significant corner of the world, a vast and dark force appeared, changing everything. It did not take long before its presence spread over the horizontal world. More and more it subdued the souls, and soon it seemed the world was heading toward its fate — toward total destruction.
The fairies began to vanish from the vertical world. No one knew what was happening to them, where they were going, and the bond between humans and fatums seemed to fray. Fewer and fewer listened to the fairies, fewer saw them, fewer spoke with them. Meanwhile, in the horizontal world, more and more humans began to question Creation, the role of the soul, and even to deny the soul’s existence.
In the world of humans, only a few remained who remembered where they had come from, why they had come, and where they were going. Those few who still remembered themselves were no longer able to fight against the majority, who — without even knowing it — served the dark force. Humanity had but one hope left to survive itself: faith. That tiny word which could move mountains when needed. And this faith now remained only in a small, yet not insignificant part of humanity: in the children. It became their task to reunite the two worlds. Thus they remained the last great warriors of the infinite world.
