No. Stop. Put your clothes back on. I'm going to tell you about the intricate lore of a world I made up in my head three hours ago. You are going to listen.
A grocery store worker / vigilante born in communion with an ancient cosmic being whom she's named Violet.
๐ชฝ๐ฆ ~ The last in a generation of robotic angels.
in Hรกvdiland, the last spring was over 80 years ago, since Vethramor's vanishing. Rare fire sorcerers are one of the last things sustaining humanity in this wasteland.
...๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
A world under brutal oppression from diving beings known only as Angels.
Sรโฅษโฎhing โฉent โฉrรโฆg iโฆ โฎthe โตode. โดomething โดtaษษฤ.
No one on this ship remembers Earth, but we trust the goddess in the machine that she will guide us somewhere better.
๐๐ธ ~ The princess of a distant planet who fell to earth and lost her memories.
~ Heaven is destroyed. What remains of the mortal ecosystem is a mist-cursed, hollow shell.
TWO RUNAWAYS
Somewhere east of Sacramento, 1973 ~
A paranoid psychic conspiracy theorist. He's not even sure he trusts himself anymore, let alone the voices of murdered children in his head.