Welcome to the Edge of the Shattered Sphere

Stories live here. Not the loud kind—the quiet ones. The ones that hide in moss, hum in broken song, or curl up in the hollow of memory.

This is the digital hearth of Álfur Þorgilsson, a writer of epic slow-burn fantasy shaped through the lens of psychology, mythology, and neurodivergent nesting. Here, grief is an antagonist. Routine is a ritual. And stories? They’re how we survive.

📖 The Shattered Sphere is currently undergoing its final polishing pass— sharpening its truths, brushing moss from its shoulders, and preparing for its first step into the world.  

In the meantime, you can read the first chapters found in the pdf at the bottom of the page ✨

This story is almost ready to breathe.

🌒 Lore Fragments from the Shattered Sphere

Here lie scattered remnants from the 14 worlds—  

whispers, fragments, and living echoes that survived the Merge.  

Not all are true. Not all are kind. But each remembers something we once were.

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☀️ Aetheris – The Harmonic Sky

Floating isles suspended by ancient music. Crystal paths sang you home. Bridges woven from sunlight and resonance.

“Here, even gravity bowed to thought.”

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🌊 Endelsium – The Dreaming Sea

Forests swayed not to wind, but to memory. Light moved gently here, softened by water and reverence.

“We did not build homes. We coaxed them to grow.”

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🔥 Terraginke – The Ashborn Land

Volcanoes cracked the sky, and warriors danced barefoot on stone. 

Every path here was earned with fire.

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🌘 Umbraveld – The Gentle Dusk

A twilight land where grief was holy and memory never faded. 

Here, the stars wept stories into shadowed earth.

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Mortanir – The Necropolis Below

Catacombs blossomed like cities. Bone sang truth where tongues had stilled. 

The dead are not gone. They are kept.

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🌬️ Tirellen – The Invention Above

Blueprints that orbited on thought. Cities spun on gears of wonder. 

Discovery was sacred. Curiosity, divine.

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🌀Serathei – The Pulse of Emotion

Rain glowed. Forests danced. Every heartbeat echoed through the cliffs. 

To feel was to live—and to live was art.

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⚔️ Vireal – The Roaring Break

A cracked world, wild with storms and sharpened truth. 

It burned not out of malice, but memory.

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💫 Lunethria – The Fractured Sky

Time looped softly here. Gravity curled in forgotten shapes. 

Beauty held its breath just before it shattered.

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🌲 Verdakra – The Moving Earth

No place stayed the same. Valleys walked. Mountains woke. 

To survive was to change. To change was sacred.

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🌌 Valaraine – The Quiet Reflection

Mirrors formed in lake and sky. Songs healed from mountaintop to reef. 

Peace echoed deeper than silence.

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🌑 Tenebros – The Dreaming Dusk

A land of lullabies and mirrored skies, where answers came in sleep. 

The shadows told stories you almost remembered.

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🌠 Caelmir – The Illusion Veil

Glass trees, triple moons, and truths that wore masks. 

Not all deception is unkind.

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🌱 The Singing Wilds  

One of the few fragments that still breathes with memory.

A tangled pocket of deep-rooted magic, the Singing Wilds once covered entire continents across two merged worlds. What remains now hums faintly beneath the moss—alive, but grieving.

“Some say the Wilds still dream, though they have no tongue to speak.”