War seems to be woven into existence in the WILT. It's no wonder that struggle persists here when the sky itself represses life. Aspects of the PRISM block specific energies released from the BLAZE, preventing color from entering this plane. While an achromatic gray overwhelms the landscape in the WILT, do not be fooled: neutrality, let alone peace, is not easily obtained here
The BRIDGE KEEPER
Jakuu
are never really here nor there for too long. They are bits all over the place. They are, well were, a singular being but nowadays...not so much. Their form is solid when materialized but their identity is fluid like mercury. Together they watch over the souls of the BLOOM and have become the bridge keeper of madness. Their psyche was fractured into pieces so they spend most of their existence in the EVER YAWN trying to find the fragments to reassemble. They are always puzzling. Castra Faze is hard to comprehend if you don't speak crazy but luckily, I do. They have a tendency to be mercurial and utterly insane, but do not fear them. Face them and heed what advice they have to offer. Wisdom from a broken mind is not easily attained after all. If anything, be afraid of the arrogance that blinds souls to think they would never be like Castra Faze. Hubris is only one of the many paths that can descend into madness.
Environments
Their deepest footprints filled in with water to mold lakes, their fallen bodies formed mountain ranges and rolling hills, and their cores housed resources that helped build civilization.
Traces of the Unilim and their selfless existence can be found all throughout the BLOOM.
Traces of the Unilim and their selfless existence can be found all throughout the BLOOM.
A walk through memory
Long ago, when the PRISM began to drizzle shards of colored, pixelated life into the black nothingness, the bonded fragments merged like a magnet collecting metal shavings until an entire world was created. You would think with a name like the BLOOM, the first forms of life to sprout here would be saplings, a blade of grass, or maybe even a flower. No. Out of the fertile angular earth grew giants. The heavens dripped pixels onto the world to produce jagged stalagmites that stood tall and still, poking the passing clouds.
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