[NARRATOR]
The eye of the beholder will always see a different shade of green in this field of gold, for what we see is but a selfish perspective, the very thing that makes us not see eye to eye...
The scrolls tell us of a time eons ago, there lived two worlds connected in the galaxy, so close, and yet so far... A bridge made of ether, the strongest ancient elеment on the planet. Thеre lives Earth, a rich land filled with mindless puppets. Then, the Depths, a volcanic world, home to a colony that brings balance to the Earth... Light has never existed without darkness, just as it is on the other foot…
For years, there had been balance... the Depths were responsible for bringing darkness to a world of light, where it was needed... In the Depths held the most powerful element in existence, an emblem so beautiful, shimmering, and yet so unbearably powerful... They call it the IRIS. Some say they have descended into it's divine wisdom, the images it preserved for centuries, and have never lived to tell the tale, nor have they lived to ascend again…
It is the very key that possesses your memories, their memories, and opens up a world of punishment, and redemption... The power of this emblem does not come without consequences, nor does it come without reward... For those who are able to harness its power will have an unholy level of knowledge... The world would be your toy, and you would be it's master... Everything that ever happened, is happening, or is yet to happen will become yours to see...
They say only one such being can harness and tame its uncontrollable matrix. It has been locked in the sky of the Depths to stay there for an eternity, to oversee the balance this colony brings to Earth. Somebody one day will hold it, and the Depths has only one hope that the beholder can control themselves, the power it contains is not to be used irresponsibly for it will shatter the existence of this galaxy. As. We. Speak…
Guarding the IRIS are two brave kings and queens of the Depths, the colony’s ruler Tyrant, with his trusty Havok Scythe and by his side, Lady Fate, with her Omen Glass. The two swore to protect this land, control the colony, and bring balance to the bridge that connects them to Earth. However there are darker matters in the universe which cannot be contained by just the IRIS alone An asylum was made, entirely out of the very ground they walk on, a cursed stronghold called The Encrypt, where all of humanity’s biggest nightmares are held...
Guarding the gates of The Encrypt is the only one supposedly strong enough to withstand such pain this asylum bleeds, our main protagonist in this age-old tale who goes only by one name... Goliath... Word spreads he is the omen child Lady Fate and Tyrant weren't planning on having, a freak accident after trying to form a united family... This one-man army has withstood many a tests-of-time with The Encrypt, as well as threats to the Depths.
As for the Onyx Colony themselves with their skeletal mesh, glowing lantern eyes, and collapsing veins able to shapeshift, dangling from their ligaments. Their allegiance is with Tyrant... This makes it all the harder for Goliath to unlock his true potential. Nightmares stay, darkness leaves, balance is in order... Or so they thought.
Planet Earth; abused and ignorant, it's been this way since life began. But this isn't the world of today young traveler, for this is merely part of one of our vicious cycles eons ago. Technology's materials existed way before your time, and with it, the darkest ages occurred... Much like your world today, there too lived ancient ritualists hibernating in the forests, seeking out a new life away from the deadly curse that plagued Earth.
The tribe's leader; Jebodiah Dunford resided on the outskirts of their tribe, hidden further away into the woods, living in a large wooden cabin. With this tribe's native way of life, nature was their core... For every tree that is cut down, two more must grow before them, their own colony had overgrown and passed the line that separates the government and them... This was about to anger the government more then they knew...
Their land was in grave danger, the world became tired of their heritage, their invasion of the land and largely prophesized gossip. This tribe has been trying to convince the world that a larger reckoning is coming, and Earth is cursed to live a life with scripted darkness...
They're about to be mowed down, any resistance meant the people who inhabit the tribe will also die alongside the demolition... Families doomed to share bloodshed, innocent lives burdened with the cruel fate they were about to bring... Suddenly, a large and strange object crash landed five miles outside their tribe, everyone runs to the flames, the fog eventually faded to reveal a new crater caused by the collision. This material was ether...
The eye of the beholder will always see a different shade of green in this field of gold, for what we see is but a selfish perspective, the very thing that makes us not see eye to eye...
The scrolls tell us of a time eons ago, there lived two worlds connected in the galaxy, so close, and yet so far... A bridge made of ether, the strongest ancient elеment on the planet. Thеre lives Earth, a rich land filled with mindless puppets. Then, the Depths, a volcanic world, home to a colony that brings balance to the Earth... Light has never existed without darkness, just as it is on the other foot…
For years, there had been balance... the Depths were responsible for bringing darkness to a world of light, where it was needed... In the Depths held the most powerful element in existence, an emblem so beautiful, shimmering, and yet so unbearably powerful... They call it the IRIS. Some say they have descended into it's divine wisdom, the images it preserved for centuries, and have never lived to tell the tale, nor have they lived to ascend again…
It is the very key that possesses your memories, their memories, and opens up a world of punishment, and redemption... The power of this emblem does not come without consequences, nor does it come without reward... For those who are able to harness its power will have an unholy level of knowledge... The world would be your toy, and you would be it's master... Everything that ever happened, is happening, or is yet to happen will become yours to see...
They say only one such being can harness and tame its uncontrollable matrix. It has been locked in the sky of the Depths to stay there for an eternity, to oversee the balance this colony brings to Earth. Somebody one day will hold it, and the Depths has only one hope that the beholder can control themselves, the power it contains is not to be used irresponsibly for it will shatter the existence of this galaxy. As. We. Speak…
Guarding the IRIS are two brave kings and queens of the Depths, the colony’s ruler Tyrant, with his trusty Havok Scythe and by his side, Lady Fate, with her Omen Glass. The two swore to protect this land, control the colony, and bring balance to the bridge that connects them to Earth. However there are darker matters in the universe which cannot be contained by just the IRIS alone An asylum was made, entirely out of the very ground they walk on, a cursed stronghold called The Encrypt, where all of humanity’s biggest nightmares are held...
Guarding the gates of The Encrypt is the only one supposedly strong enough to withstand such pain this asylum bleeds, our main protagonist in this age-old tale who goes only by one name... Goliath... Word spreads he is the omen child Lady Fate and Tyrant weren't planning on having, a freak accident after trying to form a united family... This one-man army has withstood many a tests-of-time with The Encrypt, as well as threats to the Depths.
As for the Onyx Colony themselves with their skeletal mesh, glowing lantern eyes, and collapsing veins able to shapeshift, dangling from their ligaments. Their allegiance is with Tyrant... This makes it all the harder for Goliath to unlock his true potential. Nightmares stay, darkness leaves, balance is in order... Or so they thought.
Planet Earth; abused and ignorant, it's been this way since life began. But this isn't the world of today young traveler, for this is merely part of one of our vicious cycles eons ago. Technology's materials existed way before your time, and with it, the darkest ages occurred... Much like your world today, there too lived ancient ritualists hibernating in the forests, seeking out a new life away from the deadly curse that plagued Earth.
The tribe's leader; Jebodiah Dunford resided on the outskirts of their tribe, hidden further away into the woods, living in a large wooden cabin. With this tribe's native way of life, nature was their core... For every tree that is cut down, two more must grow before them, their own colony had overgrown and passed the line that separates the government and them... This was about to anger the government more then they knew...
Their land was in grave danger, the world became tired of their heritage, their invasion of the land and largely prophesized gossip. This tribe has been trying to convince the world that a larger reckoning is coming, and Earth is cursed to live a life with scripted darkness...
They're about to be mowed down, any resistance meant the people who inhabit the tribe will also die alongside the demolition... Families doomed to share bloodshed, innocent lives burdened with the cruel fate they were about to bring... Suddenly, a large and strange object crash landed five miles outside their tribe, everyone runs to the flames, the fog eventually faded to reveal a new crater caused by the collision. This material was ether...
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