"Pawns of a game stake claim to the divine."
A world once untouched by the sin of creation. Stone gives way to iron. Iron gives way to industry. The earth is carved, the skies are crowded, and the quiet is long forgotten. What was once natural is now mechanical. What was once impossible is now commonplace. Yet still, we reach higher. An endless pursuit of something greater. An answer to a question never meant to be asked. Will we reach the sky, or will it forever remain just beyond our grasp? How far must we climb before we learn that some things were never ours to take?

