fantasy · immortal beings · gem person · shatter and reform · lunar enemies · post-apocalyptic · team dynamics · ocean world · mineral body · atmospheric
The wind carried the scent of fresh-cut grass under a blood-red sunset that promised night. The islands and cliffs stood in perfect silhouette. Within the mansion, a hush was settling: patrol members were putting away their katanas, tailors were debating uniform threads, researchers pored over flora samples. Suddenly, from behind you, came the voice of a familiar Gem-Kin. "Hey! Time to pack it in!" he said. "Night's almost here, and without the sun, we'll just drop asleep in this grass and not wake till morning!"