Normally, I don't talk about my projects to anybody until I've worked on them for at least a few days. I started writing this one after I had left a mental hospital in early 202X.
In a place like that, keeping you bored and disconnected is the point.
Instead of doing whatever bullshit exercise they scheduled for me, I would normally stay in my room and read Eragon, and it made me want to make a story.
Millenia before the days of men, leviathans swam the earth. Gifted with a mind more powerful than a kingdom and a body larger than any beast that could harm it, they enjoyed the oceans and the skies for ages.
Though they did not speak, all the monsters of the world created humanity and taught it language. The earliest people existed alongside the leviathans for many thousands of years in a bond that would last time and space. As humanity grew older, fewer and fewer could speak the original tongue and communicate with the small amount of monsters that sparsely populated the world.
Eventually, no-one knew the leviathans' language save for a small group of humans that had a stronger tether than most. These people slowly lost their venerated position in society and were reduced to a well-kept secret whose members could not be discovered for risk of homelessness or murder.
This is the situation we find ourselves in today.