THIS IS A RELIC OF THE OLD PLOT, THE POST IS KEPT ONLINE FOR ARCHIVAL PURPOSE.
In the dawn of time, four caretakers of the Minecraft universe existed, spreading together the act of Creation.
They kept the balance between the realms and the void between them. They created life and allowed it to thrive. All seemed well, until a forgotten being came back...
The Wyvern of Creation. Well, it's actually an amphiptere, but nobody cares when it appears out of the blue. It already had an otherworldly origin, but this time, it came with a colorful artifact that never had any connection to this place in the first place. The Wyvern silently promised that the artifact won't affect the creative process of Minecraft's existence. And, in most cases, it didn't. But here, something went wrong. Very, very wrong.
It is unclear if this was intended by the Wyvern and/or the artifact, but all went worse after the artifact's activation. The return of one who created the Hosts also began their downfall to madness, one by one, across many eons. Skies turned red, life that moves hid away almost entirely, and the life that stays... Well, stayed. Some were lucky to survive, some were not. The Overworld became barren without becoming barren, and the rest of dimensions became much emptier too.
I do not know who I used to be. I do not know how did I get here. All I know is that I am Steve.
