Prologue

... World, a simple word.

One that contains so much:
So much diversity, thoughts, ideals, dreams, stories - each needing books after books, just to touch its bare surface.

And yet, there is no protagonist of this single world.
Everyone's the protagonist of their own story; Everyone's the God of their own world.

So many, so forgettable, so lost unless written down.

So here is ours:
A world of our creations; A world we were merely existed.