Legend has it that Amphoreus once hosted a beauty pageant where several renowned beauties each plucked a fruit from the golden apple tree. Mnestia declared that the contestant who returned the following year with their golden apple still intact would be deemed the most beautiful.
When the year passed, none of the contestants succeeded in the trial — even the finest golden apples had rotted, just as even the most radiant faces inevitably fade with time. But in the third year, an ordinary-looking peasant girl returned, not with an apple, but with a new seedling. She explained that she had been deeply saddened by the golden apple's decay and had carefully gathered the seeds from the rotting fruit, planting them to nurture a new tree. Moved by her actions, Georios appeared and urged Mnestia to crown the peasant girl as the most beautiful contestant.
Mnestia, however, was reluctant, unable to see any beauty in the girl. At that moment, Georios called upon Oronyx to cover Mnestia's eyes with the veil of night. The instant Mnestia lost their sight, they perceived the brilliance of the peasant girl's heart and joyfully awarded her the title.

“Agy, doesn't this legend sound like your story?”
“Heh… a beautiful tale, indeed.”

According to legend, this is the heart of a prominent Intellitron leader, containing the Ultimate Source Code, the essence of all inorganic life. Scholars at the Intelligentsia Guild believe that this code holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of inorganic life.

“It may also be the pathway for demons to return to the mortal world.”

I'm tired of writing. I'm done with it.

“This is what is called 'weariness'.”

To make the divine revelations of the Mythus even more mysterious, the History Fictionologists whipped up something known as Mythus Knots that contain a blend of rumors, secrets, legends, and myths. Historians would then blend such misinformation into what was supposed to be certain and rigid historical facts, with the aim to bring about a future of uncertainty for the universe. According to the History Fictionologists, the course of history is limited by the “narrative drive” in the minds of its observers. If something can be done to mix myths into facts, the universe will be covered in the “mist of uncertainty,” allowing it to escape the calamity that is doomed to happen.

“Scammers try to predict the future themselves, but prophets resort to higher powers.”

A Mourning Actor took a gondola and rowed towards a silent world of barrenness, humming an elegy for civilizations long gone. Not a single soul could be found at the site of the doomsday battlefield, but like nacre, the world that had turned into ashes gave birth to pearls of sorrow. The ghosts of the past condensed into clouds and rained down crystals like teardrops. The Actor held a fine grain of such crystal in hand and immediately heard in a dream the glorious chorus of civilizations at their height — heroes with godly might, starships like towering mountains, the whimper of stars, and the rage of the enemy. The Actor became restless in sleep, dragged into silent dreams.

“Every single joy I had in my dreams breaks my heart.”