The following photograph was taken from the journals and notes of Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm.
“For of the stories they are born,…
…and of the stories, they shall die.”
They were the wanderers who traveled the countryside… traversing the mountains and villages of Greece, carrying with them the stories of old. Yet they travelled alone, never knowing from whence they came, or where they were headed.
In the sixth century B.C., our founder Byron met Cyril in Athens, both actors in the ancient festivals. These men realized they were two of a rare breed, an unknown race united by the stories. Joining together, the search began for more of their kind, and slowly — one by one through the centuries — the troupe formed from disparate nations, banding together to share and live the stories.
Over the centuries many have joined. Many have left. Some disappear for a time, joining the human world. But they oftentimes return. As beings “more than natural”they have been mistaken as creatures of evil throughout the centuries, through many persecutions — from the Inquisitions to the Witch Hunts. Many of their lives have been forcibly taken.
The “Phantasmagoria Troupe”and those that are yet to be found are all that remain of these immortals. They know truly that no story has ever been written; they exist, breathe and live. Those that glimpse these and write them down are merely chronicling a history few can see.
And the troupe lives and dies by only this rule:
“Once a story is chosen, it must be told. Once a story is begun, it must be finished.”
This rule is an unbreakable and horrifyingly dangerous one.
Let the stories begin!