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Unconected is a Lore book introduced in Episode: Rebirth. Entries are unlocked by completing each Act of Episode: Rebirth. It is written from Tivon's perspective and describes his life as a member of the Quassin civilisation and his rise into a Disciple of the Witness.

I: Alone in the Dark

A lone planet drifts in the darkness. No system to belong to, star to orbit or a black hole to slowly fall into and be torn apart by its superior gravity. A single tiny moon that had been caught in its gravity and dragged along on its endless journey is its only companion. With no star to warm its surface, the planet's surface is covered with miles of ice that reaches several miles down.

There is no life on the surface. While the icy surface is so thick that any meteors break upon it that an unkept sword against a shield and stray gamma-ray bursts cannot cut through it, leaving scars they leave quickly fade, any creature capable of surviving outside forces would need to survive in subzero temperatures with what can barely be described as an atmosphere so thin that it's virtually impossible to breathe.

And yet, deep under the ice in the freezing ocean, there is life.

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In the deep ocean under the mile-thick ice, the only warmth available comes from hydrothermal vents. Fish gather close to feed from the bacteria feeding from the inorganic components the vents produce and to warm themselves before venturing into the dark waters.

On the borders of the bubble of light, at the weakest point, there is another light — a faint blue glow. It catches the attention of one fish and it begins to drift towards it. In its transfixed state, it fails to see the figure hidden in the dark. Its frame and limbs are thin and spindly, sharp claws tip the ends of its webbed hands and feet, and blank bulbous eyes focus on the approaching little thing.

Suddenly, the creature lunges forward. The claws sink into the fish as it thrashes to escape. Rows of needle-sharp teeth rend into the flesh as the other fish, disturbed, flee into the shadows.

Now alone, the creature paddles to the vents to warm for a moment before returning to the dark and waiting.

Over time, though its passage was missing in the absence of light, this was how these creatures that would come to be known as the Quassin lived. Smarter than the fish they hunted, but still very much beasts. They learned to work in groups to catch larger food and create weapons from rock and ice to kill more easily. The groups grew into schools and a primitive culture began to form. They build primitive homes of soft rock and spit around the hydrothermal vents.

Masked and protected by the roof of ice over their heads, thicker than any cutting tool they could craft, they were free to craft, to hunt, to live in safety, cut off from the universe and the dangers it posed.

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A hunter paddles with haste to the village, many move aside as he heads for their School's leader. Barging in unannounced, much to the chagrin of the School-leader. After apologising, he speaks of a crack in the roof and that light is leaking

School-leader Akrish demands to see for himself. Guarded by three more hunters, the leader is brought to it.

Something leaks from cracks in the ice roof. It is glowing, brighter than what the Quassin not like the Quassin’s glow used to lure simpler-minded prey. It is pure. It is more colourful than what any of them can produce. It is beautiful.

One of the hunters, the one that found the leak, reaches out to grasp it. The others raise their weapons, expecting some great beast to emerge and swallow him. The energy curls and settles in the hunter's palm, he can feel the potential, a way to change the world to benefit them.

Akrish reached out next and he felt the same. More and more of the leader's escort reach out. In time, more and more Quassin from other schools would learn of this leak and make a pilgrimage to investigate. They were greeted in kindness, rather than anger. They reached out to the next and the next until all of the Quassin

The Light allows them to shape their world, creating materials never possible in their world before. It allows them to build marvels. Better weapons and homes, ways to dig through and survive on the surface. They evolved at a rapid pace.

Eventually, they find a way to reach the surface, the Quassin find the source of the Light. Their sky has two moons. One lies low in the sky, dominating their view, its bright white shell reminds them of a Pearl. A God-Pearl.

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"And since then, we have held the God Pearl in high reverence, for it helped us break free!" proclaims Mythkeeper Virish. The young Quassin gathered before him whispered amongst themselves.

Among them, young Tivon watched on in silent wonder as the Talekeeper continued. "And even though the God Pearl left our world, we have not lost our connection to its power. Perhaps one day, we will leave our home. Perhaps one day, we will find the God-Pearl."

The gathering of young Quassin clamor.