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1. [Harmonicans Lore Seutp]
HarMonica is created of molten PandeMonium, a mineral that derives from a time before sound. Before harmony, there was cacophony, and from cacophony came PandeMonium.

The planet’s molten surface bubbled and frothed to its own polymetric rhythm, and the tides of HarMonica’s scalding surface ebbed and flowed in sync with its own wave-forms.

Over time, however, the world would cool into a sheen of smooth, evenly-spaced mineral - a complete blank slate floating in the cosmic nothing. PandeMonium lying on the surface, tempered through years of stirring, became known as HarMonium, and settled into place surrounding the planet’s core. Undergoing its own strange transformation and caving into the immense pressure above it, that molten PandeMonium shifted into a mutagenic polymorph known as Transformite.

Bored gods, wanderers from another plane, found themselves taking refuge atop this blank slate, and discussed how a world could possibly be formed. One, named Niwrad, believed in the beauty of natural evolution. The other, named Rossum, believed in the organization of intelligent design. The two split their efforts across the planet, creating a world they could be proud of, and then left through an interdimensional archway to begin another project.

In the time since, the world has evolved, and many stories have unfolded within it.

Intelligent life once existed atop HarMonica, a great society spanning the entire globe. These people, whose names are lost to history, are simply referred to as The Ancestors by modern folk.
2. [The Ancestors Backstory]
Bored gods, wanderers from another plane, found themselves taking refuge atop this blank slate, and discussed how a world could possibly be formed. One, named Niwrad, believed in the beauty of natural evolution. The other, named Rossum, believed in the organization of intelligent design. The two split their efforts across the planet, creating a world they could be proud of, and then left through an interdimensional archway to begin another project.

In the time since, the world has evolved, and many stories have unfolded within it.

Intelligent life once existed atop HarMonica, a great society spanning the entire globe. These people, whose names are lost to history, are simply referred to as The Ancestors by modern folk.
3. [Web Workshop Bio]
Some of the last standing remains of the Ancestors’ civilization, and deep in Rossum’s territory, Web Workshop has been maintained by machines that learned to sustain and replicate their own kind. The HarMonicans atop web workshop sing of a long lost time, the final words of a civilization that was crumbling around those who uttered them. “Help us, turn back, we will stay, we will fight,” Web Workshop is an echo of a time long forgotten and its lyrics reflect the cries of its original constructors.

This echo was warped when the first Beelze.bat entered through a leftover archway, corrupting the machines and making them abide by its own rhythms. To some, this appears to have been a blessing, gifting the machines newfound life and sapience through their inheritance of Beelze.bat’s… but others claim the machines were already alive, were already sapient, and Beelze.bat did nothing but strip that away. Whatever the case may be, Web Workshop is the way it is due to both influences in tandem, a collaboration between worlds all across time.