When the world was young there was nature; life - blooming and breathing. Rivers sprung like leaks across the grassy world which claimed each inch of the planets surface. The rivers grew to lakes, and lakes to oceans, flowers and trees sprung upward from the ground and universes grew colorful in the sky above. Nature was all there was at the beginning of time, and quiet the nature was without anything to enjoy it, to flourish within it. Nothing explored, climbed or swam, and no sounds were made beyond the whistling of the wisps. Lonely, it seemed, the world was destined to be lonely.

 

Until one day, it wasn’t.

 

They were here once; the Tsiuri.

They were here first.

 

Long before the divide between Eden and the home which we know. Beyond the walls which bind us and in the nature which flourished across Khivine endlessly - before we humans arrived; that moment was when the gods chose to bring to light the most amazing and interesting creatures to have ever been created.  

Then just as easily we came to take them away.

 

I suppose, I might be getting ahead of myself.

 

This story is as old as time, and yet a very long time ago, the briefest of years there was indeed a moment when humans and Tsiuri were not so distant.

 

It began with two brothers, twins.