November 20th, 2880
Eorzea, Coerthas Central Highlands
21:57 PM
In the late night, the star dotted sky was the only thing hanging above the Eorzean countryside bar of course the irregular passage of a dragon or airship. In this land between Ishgard, the Black Shroud and Mor Dhona it was serene, free of troubles and other qualms that may have once plagued the land and possibly some of them would return to do so at dawn. But alas, not all was made to last forever and certainly not the serene night.
Certainly not this serene night.
Suddenly without warning, interrupting the beauty of night there was a sphere of light. All below were showered in a sudden inexplicable light, yet despite how utterly, undeniably, uncomfortably bright the sphere was not much light issued forth from it. Like it was keeping it all to itself, sheltering it, coveting it like a treasure in the deep dark night. And what was more precious then light, revolting light. Unwelcome light.
Soon however, the sphere descended downwards. Like a star falling from its premier perk atop the apex of the heavens brought to the dirt below, at the same time the light began to be devoured by the orb itself replaced by a mirror image of the environment except despite the darkness, well lit. Every detail, every speck of dust visible on this mirror as it danced. Pulsing in and out like the beat of a heart.
And then, as it pulsed outwards the sphere began rotating against its own axis. Two halves now made, one for each direction of rotation.
And it would not be the only star that fell today.
Meteorites would join its descent, impacting the soil around the sphere as it hovered in a valley, craters soon appearing around it the fallen stars, or rather cubes remaining in their resting places.
Eorzea, Coerthas Central Highlands
21:57 PM
In the late night, the star dotted sky was the only thing hanging above the Eorzean countryside bar of course the irregular passage of a dragon or airship. In this land between Ishgard, the Black Shroud and Mor Dhona it was serene, free of troubles and other qualms that may have once plagued the land and possibly some of them would return to do so at dawn. But alas, not all was made to last forever and certainly not the serene night.
Certainly not this serene night.
Suddenly without warning, interrupting the beauty of night there was a sphere of light. All below were showered in a sudden inexplicable light, yet despite how utterly, undeniably, uncomfortably bright the sphere was not much light issued forth from it. Like it was keeping it all to itself, sheltering it, coveting it like a treasure in the deep dark night. And what was more precious then light, revolting light. Unwelcome light.
Soon however, the sphere descended downwards. Like a star falling from its premier perk atop the apex of the heavens brought to the dirt below, at the same time the light began to be devoured by the orb itself replaced by a mirror image of the environment except despite the darkness, well lit. Every detail, every speck of dust visible on this mirror as it danced. Pulsing in and out like the beat of a heart.
And then, as it pulsed outwards the sphere began rotating against its own axis. Two halves now made, one for each direction of rotation.
Meteorites would join its descent, impacting the soil around the sphere as it hovered in a valley, craters soon appearing around it the fallen stars, or rather cubes remaining in their resting places.