There are whispers of a presence that stands at the thresholds of the multiverse—a figure cloaked in shadow, crowned by a timeless top hat, and silhouetted against the radiant light of infinite possibilities. Known only as the Unknown Architect, they are neither deity nor mortal but something altogether different: a guardian of the liminal spaces, the unseen weaver of the multiverse’s cosmic threads.

The Architect’s hand can be felt, not as a creator of the world but as its eternal cartographer. They did not forge existence but charted its unfolding, recording the flux of planes, the pulse of realms, and the silent echoes of the Beyond. Among the many enigmas they have chronicled are the colossal beings known as the Big Mamas, whose movements ripple through the realms and whose purpose remains a mystery even to the Architect.

Travelers and scholars speak of glimpses: the faint shadow of a hat against the shimmering veils of a portal, the sound of a whisper carried by the Astral winds, the sensation of being watched when stepping into the Elemental Chaos. These fleeting encounters are not warnings or threats but reminders that the Architect is present, always watching, forever chronicling.

The Grimoire of the Unknown Architect is their legacy—a tome said to map the unchartable, to contain the questions that have no answers, and to invite the brave to journey deeper into the multiverse. Each page is a doorway, each line of text a whisper, each illustration a flicker of memory that might not even be your own. For those who have ventured into the Veils or Beyond, the Grimoire may hold fragments of what lies there—a stillness that defies time, a space where all things are and are not.

It is said that the Architect walks the thresholds of existence, stepping through the portals and gates that connect the multiverse. Some who have traveled between realms claim to have seen their shadow, heard their voice, or felt their presence. The Wayfarers, whether they know it or not, are now bound to this eternal ledger.

And so, the journey begins.

Long before moral hands shaped the lands or named the seas, there was a vast emptiness where only the Beyond reigned. In this stil and timeless void, a convergence of forces - chaos, order, possibility - sparked what would become the world of Koor. 

It was not the work of a single hand or mind, but rather the unintended creation of infinite energies colliding, birthing a universe brimming with diversity and potential. 

The realms of Koor began to take form - a material world beeming with life, an vibrant and overgrown Everwood, a desolate and decaying Darkmoor grew into one multiverse together with the elemental planes and further, outer planes. Each was shaped by a rippling effect of the Beyond, a reflextion of the forces that had birthed them. In these early days, titanic beings stepped into the material world and their massive forms started shaping the worlds mountains, rivers, oceans, and skies. 

Legends diverge, however. Some say the world was created by a lonely star orca swimming the void looking for his family and forcing stars and planets to collied with each other. While other say it was the Unknown Architect that gave the first breath to the world. Still, the truth remains elusive, its edges blurred by the very chaos from with Koor was born.