A moment. A single point in time. The creation of a new universe. A shard. Broken from the most powerful object in existence. The Gem of Immortality. Within it? Everything. Everyone. Everything you’ve ever known. Everyone you’ve ever heard of. Everyone who has ever lived. You? A single mote of dust in an endless cosmos. A living, breathing, speck of dust. Your home? Britannia. A slightly larger, blue, speck of dust, suspended in a sunbeam. The world in which you are born, live, and die. Today? Fourty years in the past. The Realm? Once again, shrouded in the shadow of the maleficent necromancer Mondain. History repeats itself, but never the exact same way.