They say there were once billions of people who lived on this earth before the Great Rain. The murderous, toxic rain. But our ancestors saw it coming, and before the rain came, they built a sphere of life, where it's safe to breathe the air, and it's safe to drink the water. They called it: Eden. But Eden was not big enough for everyone; refugees came, by the millions, but our ancestors turned them down; left them to die in the waste land. And the few hundred that survived were forced to work for Eden, to maintain it from the outside, where few of us dared to go. We called them the Keepers. We need them, and they need us, everyone wins. But some win more than others.
They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars.
That was a long time ago.
The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn.
My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark.
I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.