it was dark as night. the plains looked as if they were glowing with a blue hue in the shine of the moon. it was not a full moon, nor was it half. the small glowing dot in the sky still shone with surprising light, illuminating the surrounding grasslands. if one looked far off, they would see a hint of foliage, probobly from a forest.

  where was this?

  nowhere. that hasent been made yet. for the time, this is just that, a plain illuminated by moonlight.

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  but this is not just a plain, this is a playground of gods. at the moment only few are here, watching and learning. none of them have any power, until the creater ends the time for a small period, where the gods can choose what to do.

  on a lone hill, a skeleton stood. it's bones shone in the blue light, looking almost holy. the holes on his face were empty, nothing shone within them. they were pitch black. the skeleton stood completely still. even though the winds were strong, it still stood tall, not even wavering in the wind. for the creator didnt wish for him to move.

  not yet.