Distorted Aspirations
Fallen divinity, rekindled by the indomitable aspirations of those who once yearned to carve a world among the stars. To catalyze life, to be worshipped by their children, and to reach absolute zenith; so was the dreamers ambition. In pursuit of their ideal world, a cruel fate would befall the dreamers. Seized by the grueling claws of war, their hopes and dreams of a new world were reduced to a pool of crimson ichor. One by one, the dreamers collapsed before the god ------, Nimd. Their shadows left a permanent stain on reality, as each festered with echoes of the dreamers resolve. The shadows were imbued with but a fragment of their primordial predecessors strength, but when united as one they could achieve divine ascension. Together, the shadows scowled at the sky and tore straight unto the stars to carve the ideal world they sought so long ago—but in the pursuit of each ideal, their askew visions clashed; culminating in a world writhing with bizarre complexion. Before them was a world beyond mortal recognition. Distorted and mangled landscapes defined the shadows creation. Perplexingly disfigured forms of life wandered aimlessly under a sun who couldn’t cast his light. A kaleidoscope of color snaked it’s way between inappropriate spaces, reflecting a conglomerate of artistic vision. This... &amp;amp;quot;World&amp;amp;quot; was more of a hiccup in reality; a glitch within the system. The origin kings descended upon this world and casted their judgement. Before their might was nothing more than a smear of imperfection to their design. As punishment, the shadows were to be bound to an artifact that would cage each of them within very world they created. This world was then exiled to a pocket dimension, never to be seen again. However, the shadows perception of their world remained unshaken by the judgement of their kings. They felt content within the world they sculpted, truly believing it was one without flaw.
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