There was once a god.
He was given domain over rain and earth,
over the stone rift of the nether reign and the spheres of the celestial sky.
Powerful was he, sole sovereign of this world.
But the fod felt lonely and sad...
He took no delight in the mortal lands, since every
glimpse of beauty was doomed to fade.
He saw nothing worth his attention.
So he grew proud and selfish, a frail defecense
against the void of eternity.
In his disdain, the god forsook his function.
He ceased to care for the worlds.
He let the great tree dry out.
He did nothing when the land began
to slowly crumble...