First, there was light. And with light, with anything, there must be an absence as well.

The light is beautiful. It weaves fate's web high above all But the Light cast a shadow. That Shadow took the Light's web and tangled it up, turning order and contentment to chaos and fear and It became a Monster.

It stole away a bit of the Light and molded Its own little monsters in Its own image. The monsters made their homes in the dark and instead of pulling their strings like the Light did, The Monster let them make their own choices, for better and worse.

With Light and Dark, came a Beginning, an End, and an Epilogue.

The Beginning became an Artist. It took the Light and the Dark and created something in between. In this place between Light and Dark, new life took their first breath and the Artist walked alongside them, showing them all that could be done with life.

But with Life, comes Death. The End devoured the living in one Bite when their time came, but sometimes the living held on too tight. A bit was left behind.

The Epilogue picked at the Bite's scraps like a Scavenger, took what was left and nurtured them. It created a home for these crumbs for them to decay on their own terms.



To live, one must eat. And to eat, one must Hunt.

The Hunt is teeth and hunger. It is what gives life, but it took life too.

The Hunted is running and fear. Its heart beats fast and it hides in the skies, beneath the earth, in the seas, but it is always found and it will always keep running.



Some creatures are both the Hunters and the Hunted.

In their space between, they began to search for something more than survival. For Knowledge. They opened their Eyes and learned.

But others closed their eyes, turned away, chose not to know. While the Eyes showed them all that could be seen, the Unknown shielded them from all they didn't want to see.





















Some say, that between survival and knowledge, Something Else rose up. Some call it love, others simple instinct, but Something urged life to seek other life. And somewhere, somehow, the loneliest soul in the universe gave themself as many friends they could ever want in the form of a
Swarm.