Above The Sky
The first star that passed away extinguished two thousand years ago.
Four hundred years later, the mysterious Calamity of Heavenly Fall destroyed the civilization of the previous era, returning thriving cultures to ignorance.
Since then, stars gradually vanished, the Firmament grew dark and dim, and a new civilization rose from the starless wilderness, flourishing once more.
Yet, what accompanied this were war, death, destruction, and hatred.
The flames once aimed at the Firmament were used to slaughter the people of enemy nations, and the raining clouds once engineered to alter deserts were turned into floods that engulfed the land.
Humans once again began to kill each other for wealth and power... but no one looked up at the sky.
They lost the Guidance of the stars Above the Sky, forgetting the awe of gazing upon the Milky Way.
They were all prisoners.
One thousand six hundred years after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, a young child awakened memories of his past life.
He wanted to break the Cage, to throw off the shackles.
He wanted to become a star.
To return to Above the Sky.
"I don't care about how the people of this world live, whether they're well-fed or not, whether they can dress warmly or live comfortably, whether they have dreams or hopes. I don't care about their loves and hates."
"I just want to go Above the Sky."
——Ian.
Gloomy Sky Hidden God · Fantasy
The Serpent’s Path Upon the earth, so vast and wide, A serpent coils, in death it guides. A path unseen by mortal sight, Yet whispers call in endless night. Through ancient gates of bronze so bold, Where runes of fate and time unfold, The spirits drift, no fear, no cry, To realms beyond the living sky. No blade can strike, no hands can hold, A road of shadow, dark yet old. Yet wisdom weaves its silent thread, Between the realms of life and dead. Oh, Primordial Ancient Serpent, the timeless seer, Who shaped the path, so stark, so clear. In slumber deep, his past remains, Yet echoes loud in endless chains. Not death, nor life, can break this way, A serpent’s gift, both night and day. So heed the winds, the breath of fate, For all must walk through death’s own gate.