I am not mad or beyond help, I have been walking the land of Meymod. A place a child remembers where pots broke and released birds, and their song filled the air. Something terrible has happened, people have done something, the land is being stripped to bedrock, and there are monsters that no one wants to see or talk about. There are secrets in the past, a world gone wrong, a planet altered to save a dying species. Now all there is left are those that can move fast, stay underground and live off the world of the past.
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