WARNING! The following page contains spoilers for the lore and story of Worlds Adrift
It seemed to be breathing in. The tiny, angry, morsels of land plunging into black soup. Glass spires, marble floors flitting around like dust in squeaking bellows.
The present and the future were consumed in those seven years. But the past survived, sidestepping the screaming abyss they called "The Hole".
And when the clamour died down, and the years passed, there remained little green isles, domes, glyphs, scribblings and scatterings of life, a chain of breadcrumbs to a forgotten world.