Epigraph
“I am pulled toward the Veil with a hunger few understand. As the first mortal to walk its shifting paths, I owe it to myself—and to everyone who might follow—to learn all I can.
What is the Veil? That depends on when you ask. And where. And who.
A place? Sometimes. A presence? Sometimes. A feeling? A shadow? A burst of light that blinds more than it reveals? Yes.
Its nature is contradiction wrapped in mist—so much so, I sometimes wonder if it has a nature at all. Maybe it's not meant to be known.
But here's the heresy that keeps me awake: I suspect even the gods are just as lost in the Veil as we are. The Veil is the riddle that undoes minds—divine and mortal alike.”
Personal journal of the First Veilstrider, unnamed and unsigned