My world is dark and full of chaos, a rocky surface with seven moons to light this vast planet. Strange creatures roam the plains, the hunters and the hunted. No beauty here, just cold black rock and dusty hills. The white mountain with its black river running through it filled with nothing but ice and bones. A dying planet in the depths of space. A planet who's lost its Sun and in turn it's identity. The foul beasts that evolved out of the darkness making this place their home wander the dusty plains where grass used to grow. The skeletons of trees that have long since lost there beauty stand eerily still like dead mans hands sticking out of the earth. Huge black winged creatures soar silently overhead invisible to the naked eye. The remains of a city now crumbled into rubble and inhabited by people that seemed to have evolved backwards over time. An evil place this has become, no love or compassion here anymore only death and thunder and acid rain.
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