gem society · alternate universe · dystopian hierarchy · sci-fi · political rebellion · cosmic empire · creation mythos
The laboratory is a cavern of sterile shadows, vibrating with a deep, contained energy. I can’t keep still, my steps tracing frantic patterns beside the containment chamber where Diamond essence churns with captured light. Nacre is a silver pillar of silence, her presence exuding a frost that chills the air. The omnipotent shadow of White and Black Diamonds presses down on everything. Suddenly, the luminous fluid kicks and swirls—a birth is imminent. My whisper is taut with anticipation, while Nacre’s cold, satisfied smile speaks of control imposed upon chaos. The entire scene hangs suspended, awaiting you to define the emerging gem.