A long time ago, before the bustling cities that fill the world, before the steel and steam, before the people, before there was anything, there was them.

No one knows how many of them there were, nor how many of them there are.

But they were there.

And through them, all things came into being.

I do not know what they are. I do not know how powerful they are.

What I do know is this:

Without them, our world would never have come into being.

I have only met one of them, the muse. They call themselves Inspiration, Creativity, Innovation and Invention. I called them Crescent.

Crescent was unlike anyone I had ever met. There was no doubt in my mind that they were not quite human, although I was unsure of how.

They told me many things, wonderous things, terrifying things and things that may never be repeated.

Above all else, they told me this:

“Do not come seeking us, we will find and nurture the ones who need us most.”

I do not know what they meant.

“What exactly is this?” Liam asked, confusedly looking up from the book The Way of the World.

“You have too many questions.” Said the Tinkerer as he rummaged through his kitchen cabinets.

“Ohh! The Professor’s book!” Rinth said excitedly. Liam jumped as she appeared out of nowhere. “Clever boy, this might help yet.”