Orrheion Chronicles – Fragment #3 | The Main Energies (Orchestral Lore Track)

Fragment #3 of the Orrheion Chronicles.

An orchestral lore track accompanied by a short worldbuilding document.

This fragment explores the emergence of the Main Energies — Life, Death, Creation, and Destruction — forces that arose from the interaction of the Great Energies after the First Fracture.

These energies do not act directly within the world.
Instead, they define the fundamental directions of transformation: how existence grows, ends, takes form, or collapses.

There is no balance between them.
Only shifting dominance, perpetual motion, and cycles mistaken for harmony.

🎼 Music: orchestral / cinematic / lore-driven
📖 Lore PDF available on itch.io:

https://hastatuslonginus.itch.io/orrh...

🌌 Orrheion is an original fantasy world explored through fragments, music, and myth.

"The Main Energies"

The fracture has passed.
The lines remain.

Light stands apart.
Darkness replies.
Order constrains.
Chaos defies.

Between them —
movement begins.

From greater forces, currents arise,
not born of will, not shaped by design.
Where pressure endures and collision persists,
direction is carved into time.

No longer still, no longer whole,
existence advances, compelled to unfold.
Not harmony regained, not peace restored,
but motion imposed on what once was closed.

Life spreads outward, branch and divide,
pattern on pattern, wave upon wave.
No promise given, no balance implied,
only expansion that refuses to stay.

Death follows after, silent and strict,
cutting the thread where persistence breaks.
Not as a void, not as a verdict,
but as the limit all growth must face.

They do not answer.
They do not mend.
They mark the distance
from start to end.

Creation binds what was undefined,
forcing a shape where none had stood.
Structure imposed on shifting ground,
form resisting the endless flood.

Destruction returns what form denies,
loosening tension, unmaking the frame.
No hatred here, no opposing side,
only release through collapse and change.

No force ascends
to final command.
Each yields in time
to the other’s hand.

There is no balance.
There never was.

Orrheion was stillness —
and stillness is lost.

What seems aligned
from distant sight
breaks when observed
in closer light.

This is not harmony.
This is the cost.

Between these currents, fractures remain,
splitting the flow into narrower streams.
Forces refract, divide, constrain,
forming the gradients shaping the Real.

From overlap and pressure, countless emerge,
specific, bounded, tied to the ground.
Lesser in scope, yet endlessly varied,
the world gains texture, weight, and sound.

There is no balance.
There never will be.

Only shifting dominance,
cycles in delay.

What once was whole
cannot return.
What moves must strain.
What exists must sway.

From the Main Energies
the Real expands.

Not stable —
but sustained.

Not complete —
but advancing.

And so the world endures,
carried forward
by forces
that never align.