By 2045, the whole world was in chaos. No country was winning their so-called war. The "good" and "bad" were technically damning each other every time each of them would have the upper hand. Because of this, the oppressive atmosphere became a part of people's daily lives, but most of them knew this has got to end---however, most of them are cowards. They would rather live their miserable lives and only jump with the useless bandwagon (of peaceful protest, as if the greedy war maniacs would listen) than to risk losing the little things they have left---except for one scientific organization led by a Military Junta known as The Deus Council. This council proposed a ridiculous science project led by three anonymous proponents, it was called "Project GAIAEA". This project basically aimed to "reset the world" before all the chaos happened using a huge complicated machine named "The Revisor". That was the only detail other than the blueprint that was presented to the UN (United Nations), the rest was classified under the orders of one of the council's strongwoman with an alias of "Dewey". Unexpectedly, this project was rejected at first due to how vague and impossible it sounded. But, after some "reasonable" persuasion, this project was greenlit and the machine was activated after a few test runs (Test runs were changing small matter and tested using prisoners). However, when the machine was activated by a "pilot" named "GAIAEA" (A 12 year old "pure of mind" child conceived by two people involved in the project named Florante and Dorothy) a major error occurred due to a bug (Unknown if it was literal or not) and a sabotage attempt by one of the project's proponents (Wanted: Florante Athanas). No one knew what happened afterwards as they were all blinded by a bright light and disappeared. No one also knows if the world remained... the whole event seemed as if Pandora's box was opened.

Once upon a time, there was a goddess who lived in a chaotic world. Her name was GAIAEA, and she was not happy with the way things were going. Unending wars, pollution, famine, and death plagued her dear world. It was a terrible sight she could not bear to see. Because of that, she wept and slept---and as she slept, she dreamt: a whole new world, a successor of her failure. GAIAEA's brave new world, a universe full of concepts within and beyond one's imagination. It was brimming with life and magic, the entirety was a fantasy with no perfect name to bestow upon it. An Untitled Fantasy you could call it. Surely, this time, nothing would mess it up?