posted on Dec, 14 2017 @ 02:01 PM
As the anti-matter accident on the southern continent began to set off a premature ice age, the best and brightest gathered together beneath the
pyramid's shadow in the capital city.
With the other planet now inhospitable, they were left with two options: stay, or venture beyond the reach of their star. Those that remained had
gathered in the few cities along the equator that would stay habitable.
Lack of access to raw materials eventually resulted in battles for resources between the cities. In the beginning, the battles were fierce and brought
to bear all the might and knowledge of a species that had broken the surly bonds of gravity and felt the sun's embrace under a new sky. Surely, the
victor's offspring would tell stories of when the battles in the sky would turn night into day and day into night.
As resources dwindled and population density decreased, a breakdown of technology and continued loss of knowledge forced the victorious to decide
again: stay or go. With those that left, the remaining knowledge of the ancestors went with them to find others that had survived the battles and,
with their help, rebuild their civilization.
Met with hostility due to stories of the demons that fought their ancestors, the victorious were hunted, their cities razed, their knowledge
destroyed, and yet, some remained. Passed on through the ages by those who saw beyond their day, the knowledge became myth and eventually hidden in
legend for their descendants to rediscover.
With the planet warming, civilization began to thrive and the descendants explored the uncovered land. As their expansion spread, and the ice
receeded, the descendants began to notice objects in the sky like their ancestors had spoken of.
The state the planet had been in before the accident had finally returned. So too, had those that had broken beyond the grasp of the sun.
Would it be so hard to imagine that we were once a proud species that built towering structures and travelled the stars only to be brought down by our