Once upon a time, the world was a boring place. Every year passed just like the last because no one could think how things could be any different. This was how things were under the control of Harmonia, Goddess of Silence. The people didn’t know what they were missing, because they had no sense of curiosity. There was no art, no music, no poetry - all anyone did was worship Harmonia in the name of peace. No one knew that things could be any different. Almost no one.

Harmonia’s sister, Synesthesia, was the goddess of Creativity and Freedom, and she wanted the people to take more control over their own lives. She could not do it alone, though. She would have to convince the third sister - Typhonia, goddess of War and Courage - to go in on her plan to give the world color, or else it would be a stalemate. Synesthesia’s powers could introduce magic to the world, but Harmonia would simply silence it unless there were a good reason to use it, and this reason was left to Typhonia. The two of them plotted together, the goddesses of creation and war. There would be monsters, but they had faith in the people to put their new skills to use to conquer them. And perhaps, from there, they could move on to improving their own lives. To imagine how things could be otherwise, and come up with their own ideas to make it happen.  Synesthesia insisted that these new people be given fitting shapes to go along with the new powers they would be granted, and Typhonia agreed on the condition that these magic-enhanced people would use them to make war on Harmonia’s. And so they did, and Harmonia’s empire fell. The world entered into a new age of progress and constant invention, and to this day, Harmonia’s cities and temples lay in ruin, a testament to their dead and uninspired way of life.

They also serve as a warning, however, because just as abruptly as the world shifted a thousand years ago, someday, the world may change again.