Questant

You dwell within a crucible of worlds, half-formed things orbiting one another in an endless dance. Reflect on how you got here. Perhaps you are a group of kids, hurled into a great game of cosmic succession. Perhaps you are one among many, born of this land and the love of its people. Perhaps your world is linked with others of its kind through dreams, or portals, or star-faring vessels, or the p…