All bad things start with storms, So when a freak storm appears on the server it's no wonder things go wrong. After Grian ends up in an unfortunate accident he wakes up to find himself in an unrecognisable forest with no memory of his past events and unusual powers that he feels he shouldn't have anymore, along with some troubling side effects. As he tries to remember what happened to him and who this mysterious white eyed figure that is always nearby is, he makes new friends under a new, or rather old name. He begins to wonder what his old life was like, and if it really mattered, Will he be able to remember what happened before something horrible happens, or will he go on his own path, unaware of everything he's leaving behind [this is not a ship fic, sorry if you came here for any of that [this is me the to be a tragic story line and may have a few disturbing topics including gore and various mental health issues [Reader discretion is advised (Yes there will be a few Oc's in this story but nothing that changes the HermitCraft cannon too much)

Warnings before you read this: This does involve shipping, so of you don't like that then don't read this. There will be torture involved in this and also mentions of abuse and similar stuff to that, so if you don't like that then don't read this. And those are all the warnings I can think of right now Grian wakes up in a superflat world set to night with a red moon shining over him, he has no idea how he got her but he has a strange pull to build random things. Back at Hermitcraft everyone is wondering where the builders gone. And who are these Evolutionists that suddenly appeared claiming to be Grian's friends?