Makai Jishou

The Complete History of Gensou

[makaigensou]

The Truth of the Youkai

"Youkai in general are a quickly disappearing species... humans don't believe in us anymore... or are afraid to recognize we exist... its like the story about how fairies come to be, that...baby's first laugh and everything... only for us?

I think a human writer named Shakespeare said it best.

'Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.'

... in short? Youkai... Yomi... Gods... we all exist through the belief of others... when humans stop being afraid, or stop 'seeing' or 'believing in us'...we stop existing... we begin to fade...die... some Youkai, the Yomi, are far more violent about that fact than the rest... they want people to see us... fear us...remember us... because they don't want to simply cease to be... so they influence fears...nightmares...while others influence imagination and dreams.

There are two sides to every coin...on the one hand...

I can see and understand what Xiaoyin was trying to do... by forcing me into his will, he would have had leverage over my grandfather to make things happen the way he wanted, to force mortals and humans to see us, know us, and remember... on the other?

My grandfather has fought for us to exist /peacefully/ alongside the mortals that don't remember... he's watched them bloom and evolve, and with the passage of time and wisdom, they become more creative and create even more fantastical creatures of their own accord, this imagination and creative spark is what keeps us living... not thriving as much as we might have ages ago... but... we're still living.

Xiaoyin wanted power...influence... my grandfather wanted peace... and prosperity.

Its what caused the war in my home... one that still lingers."

- Yuuhi Enma

(Explaining the existence of Youkai, and Yomi, and the effect of disbelief on the War within the Makai)

[makaigensou]

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[makaigensou]

The Garden

When waking from an eternity of slumber, the universe is left reeling, spinning in a direction uncontrolled, and the creation of what we know as the system of Solari, was of no exception. It was in our earliest beginnings that we discovered a sentience known, the minds and hearts of men had yet to be birthed by the Dreamer's lucid state, but we remember from where it was that we began.

Feather and Fire.

Scale and Sea.

Shell of the Earth.

The Breath, of the Winds...

We were given names, and while human existence knows us to be many things, to our creators we were children, daughters and sons of destiny and provided with tasks that became our duties to a newborn world.

I, of the Northern Throne was charged with the whispers of history, written in the very veins of the land we called our own, the annals of Fate were placed in my possession and in them, was written the complete foretelling of our history, from the very moment the Dreamer had created the first star, until the very moment of this entry...

It was a simpler time then.

The world was not nearly as complicated as it is today, but we are getting ahead in things... so let me start again.

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The garden we were bestowed with was a place of beauty and resolution... a sanctuary that provided us with all we could ever want or need, this 'Eden', as it were, was shared among all creatures of creation, but it was the timeless and immortal of us that remained, a misunderstanding caused the first war...

And it was among mortals, that we found the heartbreaking reality of anger, hatred, and fear...

[makaigensou]

A Beginning

Time is a substantial commodity in any age, the beginning of the wheel of fate has always been a cause of scrutiny and wonder for the mortal existence and the lives of our own universe is no different.

Before the first breath of an infant was drawn, there was nothing... an infinite void that provided no warmth and no light from the darkness that once consumed the very energy that gives us the reason to live.

In that darkness, the formation of three elements drew from the heart of an emptiness that held no name, these three elements, we now know as the Creators, brought with them the emotions of hope, wonder, memory, dream, and faith.

It was in these emotions, that our world was born, brought forth from the Dreamer's thoughts, and the Wakener's skilled hand, like an artist with a blank canvas, our universe began as an idea, the planets and stars within it, had no set placement, they were simply pinpoints of light, made to help paint the existence of the worlds they would help to illuminate.

Eden was not a single place, but a culmination of many different places that held the life of several different creations within them, where Adam and Eve had been chased from, was not easily expressed as a garden, but rather, some place called Home.

The Dreamer, and Wakener were our first comers, our proverbial Adam and Eve, it was from their efforts that our world's existence came forth, set from the oppression of another realm, far away from our own, like immigrants setting foot first in a land of opportunity, Rune, and his twin, Key, set about a great motion for change.

This change is what our human scientists know as 'the Big Bang', artists creating the mystery, and majesty of the universe by chance and circumstance, these great movements of the cosmos were watched over, and guided by the hand of a third entity, named Sigil, who gave to us the existence of time, and with it, our own mortality.