For untold millennia, a subtle song resonated through the cosmos, a whisper of magic and psychic current woven into the very fabric of Earth. Its ebb and tide were part of the grand design, but humanity, ever craving order, perceived only a threat.
Faced with unpredictable powers that defied their meticulously built world—from an empath's amplified despair to a pyromancer's untamed fire—humankind recoiled. Earth's future pathways began to narrow, as a collective fear projected a destiny devoid of volatile magic.
Then came the Great Stabilization, a silent, global undertaking. Not with war, but with chilling logic, humanity sought to blind itself. Vast, unseen networks of suppression materialized, bathing the planet in a counter-frequency designed not to destroy, but to wall off the ethereal. For those attuned, it was an agonizing amputation: minds went blank, elemental flows ceased, sanity frayed. Yet, for the ignorant masses, it was a profound relief. The unpredictable was gone.
But the planet itself remembered. As the subtle energies were ruthlessly severed, the underlying, raw forces of creation and transformation, no longer gently guided, violently destabilized. The very crust of the vast, unified continent groaned, then buckled. Deep fissures tore across its surface, mountains screamed as they cleaved apart, and vast new oceans erupted from the tearing land. What was once a singular landmass ripped into countless, jagged fragments, violently separating populations in an instant. Cities crumbled, and entire civilizations found themselves marooned on rapidly shrinking, drifting islands.
Humanity's singular, unwavering resolve caused this self-inflicted wound.
Centuries later, Earth is a world of cold science and rigid logic. The memory of magic and psychic powers is relegated to myth, quaint relics of a forgotten age. The Great Stabilization is hailed as humanity's zenith, its ultimate mastery—though the fractured continents stand as silent, scarred monuments to the terrifying cost of that triumph, their history lost to the currents of time.
Yet, residual ripples remain at the subtle gravitational anomalies around Earth. Faint, almost imperceptible echoes of what was, the suppressed potential lies dormant beneath the layers of human-imposed order. The connection isn't broken, only tethered. Even the most formidable walls can crumble, for existence itself is a constant, flowing current of change. The question isn't if the abilities will return, but when, and what new form they will take when humanity is finally ready to embrace the unpredictable once more.