The future had never looked more uncertain than it did now.
The threads of time had begun to weave themselves into the firmament of the Mortal Realm.
With groups in the shadows forging ahead, the rest of the world would be forced to follow, or suffer the grave consequences of being left behind.
But even those who took the steps to the future they desired knew not all would make it.
Still, they persisted and they marched.
Reeling from the uncertainty ahead, rather than revelling in the certainty of today.
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The Leaders of the day, the present– the Certainty, were now cut off from the main world.
Swallowed by an absolute crimson that spread across the horizon.
Nothing was in their control on this horizon– this place of violet clouds and fiery, red ash.
Only their minds and their bodies.
The sky, similar to any other, was a twisted manifestation of an evil, hidden for centuries within its own doorsteps.
