I broke the world.
I admit it. Me, Mischief the Trickster, I tore the Skin of the World, the thin veneer that separates reality from chaos, allowing magic and monsters, all humanity’s wild myths and imaginings, to roar into life.
Why? Maybe because I was bored? At least, that was the accusation; I’m a trickster, the coming together of all the tricksters that have ever been, and that’s the kind of thing tricksters do. Then again, maybe the world cried out for the change; my opposite, Constantine, Lord of Logic, had built a dull, monochrome society, which wasn’t what he and I were supposed to do. You can make the case I went a bit too far in reversing his creations, but, drastic times, drastic measures, etc….
At least I fixed my resulting mess. Beat it into shape. Well, more like begged and pleaded with all of you to do so, scrapping with Constantine the whole way, building a new balance between the ever changing void of chaos and the unmoving brick wall of logic. Balance it truly is, riding over a thick, sloppy current of magic, never quite stable. This infuriates Constantine. I’m not entirely delighted with it either, as it’s, you know, somewhat chaotic.
But it’s what we have, and it’s not going away. And the best part is, all the craziness creates stories; about people and places, magic and monsters. This is one such tale. It takes place centuries after my little mishap; the balance is reestablished, cities and societies restored. But not as they were, oh no…because humans now share the world with all those creatures that came through the Skin, and continue to come through, a constant flow of all the delightful delusions and fears you folks created over the millennia, in your heads, your music, your tales.
Enjoy. I’ll see you on the other side.
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