The old man spoke, his cracked and imperfect voice seeping out through crudely made filters. “Once a time, we had a beautiful ocean. These plains of dirt were covered by giant swirling canyons of water filling as far as you could see.” Adding a small seed into a lit flame, swirling mist engulfing the crowd in a shower of rain. The man began again. “We had once roamed the ocean on the backs of our friends and companions, massive creatures that crawled upon the air of the sea. Beautiful, they said.” The rain changed, the man’s words forming the oceans he spoke about. “We panned them for many a millennia, until large giants with skin like copper descended on our oceans, stringing us out to the brink of extinction.” the oceans began crashing, giant metal rods spiking into them and seeping their water away. “After they had stolen our souls, they stole our lives. Bound in metal, we were forced to march across the black void, slaves with no home to go back to.” His voice sorrowed, armies of men marching into giant orbs which lifted across the sky into the darkness. “For those that had saved, we were forced to hide in the sand as the giants covered the sky with the force of the sun, trapping us inside the dirt.” the sky began to glow, red beams of light melting the surface like glass. “For we had not feasted on the creatures of the ground, we surely would have died.” He stood up, waving his staff in the air, molting the mist. “But we would not die! We cracked open the sky, and took ourselves to the new land!” the darkness began to crack blue, revealing a new, child-like sky. “No longer hindered by the darkness, we crossed into the unknown lands that we inhabit to this day.” he said, the mist slowly fading as the fire dampened out. The crowd of children gleamed around their Elder, large smiles on their faces behind their primitive, crude masks.