Between the abyss and the white hot edge of light, sits ruin, life, and the scattering of silver dust. Held in the bosom of eternity, a spark of life stumbles forward, and within it, a story is found. Upon the broken desert lands, that creep quietly into brittle grass, and in turn, grows soft and lush, before dividing itself into roots, trees, and flowers. The sweetness in the sound of a brook, the song of a bird, and the welcoming rise of farming fields reaches out to greet the sanguine eyes of the universe. Greeting this optimism, is a city, rusted and worn, stoic in its own ancient way. This city, divided by the Above and the Below, is known as Averfell, where the glittering spark of a story begins.