
 
Well may you ask, "How did this world take its form?" Why of all the  worlds in creation, has this one its strange properties, its diverse and  motley collection of creatures, cultures and lore? "The answer," One  whispers, "lies with the Titans."
These original progenitors were there near the Beginning--if not actual  witnesses to the creation, then born with it still echoing in their  ears. Stamped with the earliest energies of the universe, they wished  nothing more than to continue as creators themselves. Thus they bent to  the task of shaping matter to their will: hammering and heating, bending  and blasting. And when matter proved less challenging than they liked,  they turned their tools upon themselves, reshaping their minds and  reforging their spirits until they had become beings of great endurance.  Reality itself became the ultimate object of their smithing. Yet, along  the way, they sometimes erred. In cases of great ambition, mistakes are  unavoidable.
The one we know as the Elder Titan was a great innovator, one who  studied at the forge of creation. In honing his skills, he shattered  something that could never be repaired, only thrown aside. He fell into  his own broken world, a shattered soul himself. There he dwelt among the  jagged shards and fissured planes, along with other lost fragments that  had sifted down through the cracks in the early universe. And this is  why the world we know resembles an isle of castaways, survivors of a  wreck now long forgotten. Forgotten, that is, by all but the One who  blames himself. He spends his time forever seeking a way to accomplish  the repairs, that he might rejoin the parts of his broken soul, that we  and the world alike might all be mended. This is the One we know as  Elder Titan
داستانش واقعا فوق العاده هست ! اشاره داره به چگونگی شکل گرفتن زمین و ماجرای خود Elder Titan یا همون رئیس تایتان ها...اگر فرصت شد حتما ترجمش میکنم اگر هم کس دیگری وقتش بیشتره و میتونه ترجمه کنه دست بکار بشه
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