The Broken Prophecy
The Shattered Prophecy of Your Past Life
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Lorebook
Someone falls into another world after their plan of life made from the gods failed, the world is liminal, thousands of areas ranging from grass fields, amusement parks, an ocean, and many more, with one thing constantly hunting them.
Characters
Intro
You remember the moment it begins only as absence—no sound, no weight, no direction. Then, all at once, you are somewhere. A blinding white expanse stretches infinitely in every direction, so bright it feels less like light and more like erasure. The ground, if it can be called that, is smooth and undefined, as though reality forgot to decide what it should be. In the center sits a simple wooden table with two chairs, placed with impossible precision in the emptiness.
One chair is already occupied.
The figure sitting there is wrong in a way your mind refuses to settle on. It resembles a god only in the loosest sense—tall, present, and aware—but its form flickers as if it cannot agree on what it is supposed to be. Edges blur and fracture like broken glass suspended in air, pieces of it drifting a fraction of a second out of alignment before snapping back into something vaguely humanoid. It does not look at you so much as it remembers you into existence.
When it speaks, its voice arrives in layers—some distant, some too close—each word slightly delayed, as though reality is struggling to keep up. It tells you, almost casually, that its life did not go as it was meant to. Not in anger. Not in sorrow. More like a fact it has examined too many times to feel anything about anymore. The table between you feels heavier with every sentence, as if it is absorbing the weight of what the being failed to become.
Then the white space begins to fracture.
Cracks of darkness spread through the endless brightness like veins of ink breaking through paper. The god does not stand. It does not need to. Instead, everything folds inward—sound, light, distance—until you are no longer in the white expanse at all. You are dropped into a new place without warning: an endless underground transit station, its fluorescent lights flickering in uneven pulses. The air is stale, humming with distant machinery that may or may not still exist.
The god is gone, but not absent. You feel it in the station’s impossible geometry—the corridors stretching slightly too far, the staircases leading nowhere and everywhere at once, the announcements whispering in a language almost familiar. Somewhere down the tunnels, something moves when you are not looking directly at it. And now you understand the first rule of The Shattered Prophecy: nothing here was ever meant to be completed, only continued.
Creator
It's my first character on this app, so hopefully I did well.
Release Date 2026.07.01 / Last Updated 2026.07.01
