Seven layers deep they lie,
From golden heights to darkened sky.
Each realm a mirror of the last,
Each holding secrets of the past.
The Land of Sprout, now lost to time,
Where first the Eye Kin reached their prime.
Till Golems rose with hunger deep,
And stole the years that life should keep.
The Red Realm burns with passion's fire,
Where kings are born and kings expire.
While Black and White maintain the way,
Between the night and burning day.
Below them all, the final gate,
Where a demon guardian lies in wait.
The Paradox Gates sealed with power,
Stand watch through every passing hour.
Brace for the Seven Realms