Before the valley had a name, a spark crossed the dark. Where it touched the river, six small lives opened their eyes.
Pip, Moss, Fern, Wren, Clover, and Pebble. Children of that first light, each carrying a different dream. Small enough to hold in a hand. Brave enough to begin a civilization.
Their light came from beyond the glass. From you. Your recorded actions in the waking world can reach them as weather and possibility. Your lives are bound together.
You cannot choose their beliefs or command their future. But you have a duty: honor the promises you make in your own life, and carry them back to this world. They will make the rest their own.
Begin with one promise: take a movement break and record it here. It makes passing rain more likely. Let them explore, disagree, and build. Return to witness the first chapter of your shared legend.