Lush. Clean. Clasped in blue high above and over much even below. It's people, strong in the billions, pushed into an new age of wonder and understanding of both themselves and all that lay around them. Resolved to an more technical marvel, they would push the boundaries to the edge many times over in their pursuit of an never ending curiosity. Prone to mistakes, and even more so to repeat but a few, all came together the day the answer to the question of their solidarity left them with just enough to still do so.

But the day finally came when push came to shove, only to fall forward on it's face. The invaders were, for better or worse, dwindling through no real understanding of those whom they so easily hunted. But it is said only through an understanding can one come to terms with an choice, and of whose numbers once numbered in the billions to but a few million at best, the choice would simply be to rejoice.

Yet for but a few, whom whether by choice or desperation were forever chained to an epilogue that will linger through one world and onto the next, they seek only to remind of what you can never leave behind.