Origin

Prologue

Dust. That is all that’s left. What was once a high and mighty civilization is now dust on a barren and desolate wasteland. The only things that remain are the hollow shells of what used to be buildings- not destroyed but abandoned. Long forgotten by time itself. 

Not a single living creature moves along the once thriving earth; nothing swims inside of the once pure ocean, and nothing flies through the formerly brilliant sky. For tens of thousands of years the only disturbances have been caused by sandstorms and the rumbles of crumbling structures.

Out of nowhere, a vessel slowly lowers from the sky, landing gently on the ground. Its silver hull gleams in the scorching sunlight. A hollow roar of machinery emanates from it, loud enough to be heard from miles away. As it dies down, the hiss of steam takes its place, and then a steady thump of clamps digging into the sandy earth.

For a few days, silence. Silence so loud that one would pray for the noise to be back. Silence so loud that if the beings that once inhabited the planet were there, each and every one would go insane.

A sandstorm picks up, getting louder and louder, stronger and stronger. It goes on for years, and when the storm finally ends, a mountain of dust covers the vessel, trapping it inside the ground.

Dust. That's all that is left. Once a high and mighty civilization, now brought down to dust on a broken and barren wasteland. The only thing that remains are the hollow shells of what used to be buildings, not destroyed, but abandoned. Forgotten by time, until now.