As the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the Land of Base, Eve, the mother of Solstice, embarked on a solemn quest to seek out the enigmatic Readers. The path was treacherous, winding through shadowed valleys and across shimmering plains, yet Eve pressed on with determination in her heart. She knew that the fate of her beloved Aurion hung in the balance, and she would stop at nothing to seek his redemption. Finally, after days of relentless travel, Eve arrived at the sacred sanctuary of the Readers, nestled amidst towering spires of ancient wisdom. As she approached, she was greeted by a solemn silence, broken only by the rustling of parchment and the faint glow of candlelight.
For centuries, the Readers had maintained their silent vigil over the sacred Base Scroll, their faces forever concealed behind the pages of ancient tomes. There were 500 members in their clan, each dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment.
Legends whispered of their origins, of an elder among them who had penned the prophecy that foretold the coming of Solstice, the child of dreams and gods. It was said that the words of the prophecy had been inscribed upon the Base Scroll itself, forever linking the fate of The Readers to that of the celestial realm.
Despite their silence, The Readers were revered as the wisest beings in all the land, their knowledge transcending the boundaries of time and space. They spoke through the pages of the ancient texts they studied, their wisdom echoing through the ages in cryptic verses and hidden meanings.
Though they seldom ventured beyond the confines of their sanctuary, The Readers wielded immense influence over the affairs of the world, guiding the destinies of mortals and immortals alike with their silent counsel.
As Eve, the mother of Solstice, stood before them, she felt a sense of awe and reverence wash over her. Though she could not see their faces, she could sense the weight of their gaze upon her, a silent acknowledgment of her presence and her purpose.
In a voice barely above a whisper, Eve spoke of her plight, of her beloved condemned to eternal damnation in The Burner. She implored the Readers to share their wisdom, to reveal the secrets hidden within the depths of the Base Scroll, in hopes of finding a way to rescue her lover. The silence that followed was deafening, stretching into eternity as Eve waited with bated breath. Yet, she knew that their silence spoke volumes, their silent gestures conveying a depth of understanding that transcended words.
Then, as if moved by unseen forces, a mysterious figure stepped forward, extending a weathered hand to touch the Base Scroll. Without uttering a word, the figure began to trace the intricate patterns etched upon the scroll's surface, their movements guided by ancient knowledge and divine insight. As they traced the final line of the prophecy, a faint glow emanated from the parchment.
In that moment, Eve realized the true extent of The Readers' power and wisdom. They were not mere mortals bound by the constraints of time and space, but guardians of cosmic knowledge and divine truth.
As she turned to leave their sanctuary, Eve carried with her a newfound sense of purpose, knowing that she carried within her the legacy of The Readers and the fate of the universe itself. And though their faces remained forever hidden from view, their silent presence would guide her on her journey, illuminating the path to enlightenment and cosmic salvation.