His parents had named him ✭ because he was their guiding light. No child, however, should be made to feel responsible for binding such opposing energies. Their high expectations bundled with his deeply rebellious nature only drove him down and out, instead of up.

✭ duly completed all modules of his education, he was quick witted and able to routinely turn potential failure into success with often late and little emphasis. He could take any ware and turn it into self sustaining organic functions of high metric productivity. However, it left him empty and he yearned for a task of even greater effort. He decided to brute force change by moving out of his family home. Little did he know that life on the outside would not be the same.

He hoped to draw a new line and to experience something truly extraordinary.

Trading society for nature, raw and unbridled. Time slows and he flows like water to the lowest point, following the easiest paths. Winter’s white coat lays all about the fields now, glimmering banks having swallowed the lush green.

What most do not know is that there are countless versions of ourselves echoing through the vastness of an eternal and expanding nothingness. Every significant soul creates split pathways with each new decision they take, unraveling into huge trees of life emanating from their first. They play out infinite possibilities, stress testing to the extremest gamuts of life. Each soul lives every reality in parallel, but each of their branches is a unique path. Every decisive action creates a fresh universe, a new ✭.

Sometimes, with the inevitable ending of a soul’s tree – instead of fading out to nothing – something magical happens. A new soul appears within Bridgeworld. One single Bridgeworld soul is an entanglement of nearly infinite lives from other universes, dense with experience and life. Unfortunately, the comprehension of so many lives would lead to a great deal of overload and malfunction. It is thus that these souls arrive at Bridgeworld with all their memories wiped. Although the mind cannot hold such volumes, the soul can, in fact it must, if it is to arrive.

Chaotic nature ensures that occasionally, tree branches mingle and blend. A soul tree destined for Bridgeworld must enter with almost every branch intact and mostly pure, without foul branch corruption. A perfect form is a highly sought after state to achieve, especially if you receive a rare foreign branch that dramatically amplifies your own tree.

As such, not many can enter Bridgeworld, or are even aware of the vastness of experience they endured to get there. However, like nature tends to do, there can be great events of mystical nature that draw unusual forces towards Bridgeworld. Once it is your time and you have traversed the path that cannot be ignored, you may remain in/enter into Bridgeworld.

Like the trees in Bridgeworld, the most worthy soul trees have the longest branches that run far through time and space, touching the most exotic edges of the magic realm.