Origins

Long before the lanterns were lit and the first tale was told, there stirred a quiet question:
What if story could again become a bridge — not merely of words, but of wonder, faith, and remembrance?

From that question, Babylon Exit began to take form.
It was not conceived as a doctrine nor a brand, but as a place — a living library where truth might be rediscovered through the gentle light of parable and imagination.

The Spark

The early pages were written during an age of noise, when meaning was scattered and attention easily bartered away.
Yet amid the noise, a voice whispered: write for those who still listen.

Thus the first tales were inked — stories of doors and travelers, of humble fires and unseen realms — each carrying a spark of something older than memory and brighter than reason.
Over time, the sparks gathered, and what began as a single quill’s reflection grew into a quiet movement of light.

The Journey

The keeper of these writings is known as Fendro Quill — a traveler between realms, both wanderer and witness.
Through his words, the Four Pillars of this library were raised:

• Threshold Tales, where seekers cross from the known into the timeless.
• Twined Tales, where the eternal Word weaves through the stories of men.
• Fireside Tellings, where the flame burns close, and the heart is refined.
• The Witness, Where truth stands unveiled, and the false light falters

Together they form the map of Babylon Exit: a crossing of stories, a circle of light within a restless world.

The Living Library

Each tale, ember, and whisper within these halls is part of an unfolding whole.
The Hall of Tales now stands open, its shelves awaiting the voices yet to come.
Here, words are not hurried — they are tended like flame.
You may wander freely, read at your pace, and listen if you wish; for many tales carry both written and spoken form.

A Lantern Invitation

If you have come this far, perhaps you too have felt the pull — the quiet call to seek meaning in a weary age.
You are welcome here, traveler.
Rest a while.
Listen to the stories.
And when you are ready, take up your own light and walk on.

— Fendro Quill, Silent No More