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The Tundra, under the care of several gods, grows and expands out more and more with verdant jungles exploding with color, rushing rivers, and great mountains reaching up toward the sky. Elsewhere other mortals also spring into existence and begin to eke out their existence on the digital planes and amidst the bones of the carcass isle. The watchers gather together into simple tribes, traveling along the rivers and through the jungles of their once frozen home. From time to time they gaze across the shore of the Sea of Life, wondering what might lay across it.
From the songs and prayers and dances of the watchers something coalesces into being, a tiny bubble of glittering ichor, just a single unit, but a promise of something more in the future. It hangs in the sky like a fledgling star.
