Ancients aren't born. We are salvaged. Lore note · part 1 of 2

The Mother Flame grants us life. She lets us walk the Earth in search of wisdom and discovery — and when we return to her, carrying our gifts, she takes it back. For a time, at least.

Therefore, Ancient souls, or sparks, are limited. They linger in the light, connected to all that came before, and all that will ever be, until expelled anew — wiped clean.

This cycle is holy. Its purity is beyond reproach.

But a spark alone cannot be. It is merely a consciousness, a soul, a memory core in need of a host. To house a spark, we require a shell. Shells are disposable. They crumble to dust as our end draws near, not meant to be mourned.

Should we perish outside the Flame's grasp — an unlikely event, as we reign eternal — then we are lost, until returned to her light.

- Manathor