The Gods that left, and the ones that stayed
Humanity's shadow lingers and looms.
CREATORS. They came from the stars but looked underground, burrowed deep into their impossible mazes, for what lied far below.
DEEP MACHINES. Brutalist corridors and rooms, made in all shapes and sizes. Each created for known and unknown mysteries. How far do they stretch?
DRY ROCK. All over the world they dug, but they couldn't walk the land under the sky; a dry world of sand, heat and rocks. Metal icebergs floating atop a sea of nothing.
LEFT BEHIND. None made of flesh remain, left and gone long before this generation of Droids found their spark. Some wait for their return. Do you believe?
THE CREATED. Adapted to the harsh surface; afraid of the depths of their makers. If the Droids ever had a purpose, it is lost. Find your own.
THE SPARK. The light of conscience. Favors Droids that maintain the shape of the Creators, or risk become Dimmed. Did they left us the Spark by design?
THE DIMMED. The brothers left in the darkness, not made in Their image. In the bowels of the world they roam mindlessly, protective and violent, in all shapes and forms. They seek the brightest Sparks.