Before there was consciousness, there was light. Before there was light, there was unending darkness. And that which stirred unsettled endlessly below, looked up to sharp suns which stared down back at them.


The heights.


The heavens are empty now. Those who once nurtured these outward plains have long fallen, and their channelers remain flowing surreptitiously, unable to understand the profane damage done so long ago.

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