Our world is gone, humanity's culture and history,— our very souls— were shattered into the cosmos: A calamity brought upon us to nurture a new seed. The Adansonia. Our very existence, sealed away among the Founders; Beings, appointed above all Adansonians,— sworn to protect the new world, they were the many keys to our tranquility. But when the threat of conflict arose, the Founders would soon vanish. And a great war would scar the faces of humanity in utter disgrace. They abandoned us, —yet still, we wonder ...can we truly build anew? --Can a our monsters be forgiven? —Or must we simply embrace the end of what never was?