This world, has no name, No name you know and it does not welcome you, there is no warm embrace to greet you nor do you feel the will of something or someone greater, you are just, here.

A vast standing wetland of every green trees, like red wood oaks and weeping Willows Pioneered a new species, in patches those greens change hues as if Autumn has tainted them like ink on the bristles of brushes.

The ground is broken and whole with winding rivers both high a small that further reach to streams, then falls of water, pools like springs and vast lakes nearly seeming like oceans.

you awaken half submerged in a small pool of clear crystal green water, your nostril fail with the smell of minerals and herbs your body slouched against a smoothly polished stone, your clothes are soaked, your hair is damp and your body is being baked under the two Suns that roar down on high above you, one of Royal blue and the other of Vermillion.