Mecha War Spirits

Under endless pollution, calamities like a punitive inferno descended upon humanity. Earth's living creatures mutated beyond recognition, while people forced from their homes encountered allies who had suffered the same fate. The present and the future brought all manner of different races aboard the same ark. Beneath an unknowable sky, people suspended a new creation overhead. The star-spanning web seemed like a spindle, anchoring scattered destinies into knots. Time was like a flower, silently questioning all things between withering and rebirth. The meaning of existence was beyond price, yet the scales that measured value had always been tilted. Even the Garden of Eden, the golden-wire cage, the dreamland without sorrow... Behind countless hopes, bright as gold, how many answers, left unfilled by anyone, were waiting to be seen in the mist?