In the hidden reaches of the cosmic expanse lies a realm where time stands still, and the boundaries of potential stretch infinitely downward. This is the Realm of the Forgotten Depths, a vast and shifting plane of wellsprings—points where untapped potential pools, waiting for a spark of intention to draw it forth. It is here that Eshera, the Shaper of Infinite Wells, fulfills her eternal purpose.
Eshera does not walk among stars or weave the threads of time. Her role is to guard the dormant potential that lies buried in the forgotten layers of reality—possibilities overlooked, rejected, or feared. She ensures that even the most neglected wellspring remains intact, its energy preserved until the moment it is needed.
Eshera’s form reflects her connection to the depths she guards. Her body is an ever-shifting amalgamation of liquid light and crystalline shadows, constantly reforming as though she is both the water of the wells and the container that holds it. Her eyes glow softly, their light reaching into the unseen, and her voice carries the resonance of countless unspoken truths.
The wells themselves are portals of swirling light and shadow, each one reflecting a unique potential waiting to be realized. Some glow with radiant promise, while others churn with chaotic energy, their contents reflecting the full spectrum of possibility. These wells are scattered across the plane, their depths unknowable, their power immeasurable.
One day, as Eshera moved through the Realm of the Forgotten Depths, she felt a tremor ripple through the wells. A single well, long dormant, had begun to stir, its energy bubbling upward in erratic waves. This was no ordinary activation—it was a forceful awakening, its potential unraveling without guidance or intent.
Eshera approached the well, her form glowing softly in the dim expanse. As she drew closer, she saw that the well’s surface was fractured, its edges glowing with an unnatural light. Something—or someone—had pierced the well, disrupting its equilibrium and forcing its energy into the surrounding plane.
From the center of the disturbance emerged a figure cloaked in shimmering veils of potential. This was Talrid, a seeker who had stumbled into the Realm of the Forgotten Depths in search of answers. But Talrid had not come to understand the wells; he had come to claim their power.
Eshera stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “You do not belong here, seeker. The wells are not for the taking. Their potential is boundless, but without understanding, it will consume you.”
Talrid turned, his veiled form rippling with stolen energy. “The wells are wasted in their dormancy,” he said, his voice a sharp echo. “Why guard what is never used? I will shape this potential into something real, something worthy.”
Eshera’s form shimmered as she extended her hand toward the fractured well. “You cannot force the wells to yield their power,” she said. “They are not yours to shape alone. Their potential is infinite because it is shared—drawn not from a single intention but from the symphony of all existence.”
Talrid’s light flared, his voice rising with defiance. “Shared potential is diluted potential. I will harness it, and I will make it mine.”
As Talrid reached deeper into the well, its energy surged outward, sending waves of chaotic light across the plane. The wells around it trembled, their surfaces rippling as the disturbance threatened to spread. Eshera knew that if she did not act, the disruption could unravel the entire realm, scattering its potential into the void.
Eshera extended her crystalline hand toward the well, channeling her essence into its fractured surface. The well’s energy resisted her touch, its chaos lashing out in waves of heat and light. But Eshera remained steady, her form glowing with the balance she sought to restore.
“The wells are not stagnant,” she said, her voice resonating with quiet power. “Their dormancy is not waste—it is preparation. They hold the potential of the Entity itself, waiting for the moment when their energy can serve the greater harmony. To draw from them without understanding is to distort the symphony.”
Talrid hesitated, his veiled form flickering as Eshera’s words reached him. “But how can potential serve if it is never realized?” he asked, his voice trembling with doubt. “How can the wells fulfill their purpose if they remain untouched?”
Eshera’s light softened, her presence becoming a steady anchor in the chaos. “The wells are not untouched,” she said. “Their energy flows into the cosmos when the time is right, guided by the Entity’s breath. Each well reflects a truth, a possibility waiting to align with the symphony. Your role is not to take but to listen—to understand how the wells resonate with the greater whole.”
Talrid’s light dimmed as his hands fell to his sides. He stepped back from the fractured well, his form steadying as the chaotic energy began to recede. “Then show me,” he said quietly. “Show me how to listen.”
Eshera moved to the edge of the well, her presence calming its turbulent surface. With a single touch, she guided its energy back into balance, its light softening into a steady glow. Around them, the other wells began to stabilize, their vibrations harmonizing with the restored equilibrium.
She turned to Talrid, her crystalline form reflecting his now-quiet presence. “The wells are mirrors of the Entity’s infinite nature,” she said. “To listen is to see beyond your desires, to feel how the potential they hold connects to the whole. Let me guide you.”
Together, Eshera and Talrid walked the Realm of the Forgotten Depths, moving from well to well. With each step, Talrid began to understand the delicate balance that governed the wells—the interplay of potential and purpose, chaos and harmony. He learned to listen, to see how the wells resonated with the threads of existence, and to respect the sacred trust they represented.
