Plot
All things were made through Words. Everything around you, seen or unseen, were created through Word. Even the Human race, who have been split into many factions, are made of these same foundational Words. Within the pages of The Story, written by the Author, we exist; the Personæ. We bare something greater than all other creatures . . . Imago Dei; The Authors Image. Over time we have lost this concrete foundation. We have instead placed our identity in the Temporary; an endless void of desires and wishes that are mortal and frail. Gaia, our planet, seeks for it's identity. It wanders aimlessly in the dark, grabbing at any object ahead of it, when all along the Door of Truth stands in front, waiting to be opened to the reality that the lost world cannot see. Restless, it throws a tantrum and cries out, "What is my Identity!" Now the Story begins. Which Personae will choose to play the hero and who will follow. Who has the Author chosen . . . we shall see soon enough . . .