One of my favorite aspects of any story is its ability to make me want more of it. Deeply immersive worlds that have mastered the balance between fiction and realism have me spending my free time in daydreams of what it might be like to really live in those places, to know those people, to live in a setting like that. It makes me crave it in my day-to-day, draws me into make-believe conversations with my favorite characters, and gives me new perspectives! So, my lovely readers, I should hope that this functions as a promise I can uphold: I want to introduce you to a world so vast, so intricately detailed, that you will never run out of new things to discover. You'll never run out of things to talk about, things to think about, things to wish could live in this world right beside you. That's my goal with Ayrus. That's the lens I hope to create for you.
Every inch of Ayrus exists for you to enjoy. Some are places that nobody dares to step foot, some are places so populated that they seem mundane to the everyman, but to a pilgrim, it is the adventure of a lifetime. I want to tell not just the story of this hero or that, not just the story of this war, not just the story of all of my favorite tropes and all of the tropes I despise just enough to try to fix–but the story of the world itself. The story of its every breath and beat, its history, its struggle to make peace in each passing day. Because just like earth, just like you and me... Ayrus is not perfect. Ayrus might be fictional; it might even be a place that we can escape to when we need it, but there is no such thing as a sustainable utopia. Every metric of hope comes with an equal scale for despair. Every victory for one army is a bitter defeat for the other–and whether we like it or not, those adversaries are living people. I think it's easy to get lost in this world of plastic and convenience, and I think many people will try to convince you that you are something that you are not... I guess, if anything, I just hope Ayrus can remind you that you are more than that. And that everyone else is, too.
You'll never have more time than you do right now. I hope you take that sentiment with you from now on–and not in an existentially horrifying way, as I have often taken it–and I hope you use it to make the most out of your life. Your environment is something deeply influential in who you are. After all, it is every catalyst to which we must react, and who you are is just what you do. Some environments are hard to do good things in (how I loathe that dreadfully ignorant word, "good." As if society has ever made a good decision!) and though it is always your responsibility to do what you think is right, those toxic environments can severely impair your ability to feel at peace enough to think rationally. Clear your environment of what does not give you what you need, but be careful enough not to take out everything that hurts you just because it hurts you. You need to learn what must be ridden for your health, and what you must adapt to for your health. To put it in prose: tend to your garden. Pick every weed or the entire garden will die; but know the difference between weeds and roses. Roses will draw blood if you torment them, but if you pick them all just because you cannot handle the pain, you will kill the garden, yourself.
Thank you for reading this post, beloved ones. I should hope I've inspired at least one of you, if I could be so vain as to hope, at all. I wish you peace today. Come back and visit any time!