In the heart of Wonderia, where magic and science had long danced in perfect harmony, something strange and powerful stirred. The balance that had once seemed unshakable suddenly shifted. High above the crystal mountains, the skies darkened as the familiar glow of the two suns dimmed, their light flickering uncertainly. The air hummed with a charged energy, a force too strong to be contained. And then—with a thunderous crash—the great Cosmic Storm was born.
Portals—vivid, swirling rifts—tore through the sky, wild and untamed. Their edges crackled with the chaotic energies of both magic and science, twisting and spiraling in unpredictable patterns. These were not gentle doorways but fierce, spinning vortexes pulling at everything in their path.
Across Wonderia, creatures felt the storm’s pull. Unicorns, pixies, dragons, and more, whether enchanted or grounded, were caught in its force. Some were swept away swiftly, while others fought the storm’s wild winds. But all across the land, the balance had been broken.
In the midst of this chaos, Prism, the greatest of dragons, rose above it all. His wings shimmered with the glow of both knowledge and power, but even his strength was no match for the storm’s fury. Despite his efforts, the storm pulled him in, and with a final flash, he vanished through one of the swirling portals.
On Earth, these portals appeared briefly—fleeting glimpses of Wonderia that opened and closed in an instant, leaving behind no visible trace. Wonderia’s creatures were scattered across Earth, hidden in unexpected places—some awake, some dormant, waiting for the day they might be found.
The path to finding them is uncertain. Perhaps a curious child, with a keen eye and an open heart, will discover them—a glimmer of magic in the ordinary world, a whisper from a place far beyond. The creatures wait, and they need help to return. The adventure has only just begun.
