First World: Within the earth there was fire. Mankind succumbed to greed and touched the forbidden sun. The enslaved prayed, and the sun god appeared. The earth god raged, and with its serpent of hellfire, shrouded the world in death and darkness. And they will never meet.
Second World: Within the void, there was breath. Through death and darkness, man endured pain and stress. Their body and spirit broke and a "monster" took their place. The forest god tamed demons and the sun spread the fires of war. Those of the half-moon dreamed. Those of the moon dreamed. Man killed the sun and became god, the sea god stormed. And they will never meet again. The monsters roared and went out on a journey of destruction.
Third World: Within the chaos there was emptiness. The inconvenient remnants recall the promised day and hear the voice of the half-moon. The monster roared and fought, guiding the world to its end. The sun returns and brings a new morning. And they will surely meet.