It was a grey sky above a cracked grey desert. No living thing crossed this place. The name first given to it by man was long forgotten and the true name had never been spoken. It was simply The Desert. It was an ancient place hoarding time as desperately as thirsty men kiss water.

     The Sleeping Man walked across the dry, baked ground, counting his steps carefully. There was no landmark, no star, no wind to guide his way. There were only instructions which had been carved into. . .

     It was a grey sky above a cracked grey desert. No living thing crossed this place. The name first given to it by man was long forgotten and the true name had never been spoken. It was simply The Desert. It was an ancient place hoarding time as desperately as thirsty men kiss water.

     The Sleeping Man walked across the dry, baked ground, counting his steps carefully. There was no landmark, no star, no wind to guide his way. There were only instructions which had been carved into. . .

One morning, Jeyes is sleeping soundly within the cave. She is soon awakened by the noise of the other Doms rushing outside. Alarmed, she gets up and follows. As she walks out onto the plains, she spots Avalon standing among a crowd of Doms. She rushes over to him.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jeyes asks. Avalon motions toward the sky. She looks up and can’t believe her eyes as dark, ominous clouds slowly blanket the area. The Doms have never seen anything like this before.

Nearby, the. . .

One morning, Jeyes is sleeping soundly within the cave. She is soon awakened by the noise of the other Doms rushing outside. Alarmed, she gets up and follows. As she walks out onto the plains, she spots Avalon standing among a crowd of Doms. She rushes over to him.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jeyes asks. Avalon motions toward the sky. She looks up and can’t believe her eyes as dark, ominous clouds slowly blanket the area. The Doms have never seen anything like this before.

Nearby, the. . .

Twenty years ago

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The sun gleams brightly in the sky.

The land below bustles with life.

The Doms frolic in the fields, which are full of Pyre Flowers. They extract energy particles from the flowers and fling them playfully at each other. Other Doms bask in the sunlight and recharge their energy cores, which shine with a bright light.

Nearby are large beings that seem to be made of light. These are the Celestes, the creators of the Doms. They possess three ener. . .