Story Called Dark nebula

Prologue

Before time had form, the cosmos was a single living tapestry. The Moon, radiant and silver, was a cradle of memory. The Stars were not just burning spheres of light—they were souls, fragments of lives past, present, and yet to come. Planets were guardians, each watched over by ancient creatures born before history itself. They were not pets nor rulers, but eternal protectors who never bowed to mortals.

One day, a massive space explosion shattered this unity. The planets, once close enough to touch each other like neighbors, were hurled apart into the infinite void. The bonds of life frayed, and wars between newborn races began.

The Burning of Earth

On Earth, conflict grew unchecked. Kingdoms of strange and exotic creatures—beasts with crystalline skin, serpents of smoke, winged manticores that drank moonlight—clashed endlessly. No dogs, no horses, no mundane animals existed, only exotic beings molded by stardust.

Then came the Year of Flame. For twelve unending months, the sky bled fire, and the earth’s surface was consumed. Out of the ashes, fire-born creatures emerged—salamanders made of magma, birds with wings of cinders, and titans with molten hearts. They walked the land, neither benevolent nor cruel, only the offspring of destruction.

When it ended, only three humans survived.

The Curse of the Guardians

Yet harmony was fragile. Each planet had its protector-beast, a sentinel that connected its people to the stars. When such a guardian died, the agony echoed through every living being. All creatures screamed, a wail that shook heaven and earth.

To call forth another guardian demanded a terrible price: the sacrifice of all life upon that planet. A cruel truth—the beasts protected, but never served humanity. They existed before mortals, and would endure after them.

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