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Some people see death as the end.
In this case it’s only the beginning.


This is a place so high up that the sky turns to water and up becomes down. Where stars are really cities and the inky black of the night sky is really the greens and browns of another world. A world almost like our own, with people almost like us. And if they were to look hard enough into their ocean they might see clouds, the clouds of our world, drifting along in its depths.

This is a place on the other side of the mirror where stories of our past aren't just stories, but part of daily life. Where things that are normal for us are legends for them.

It all began with a death.
And it continued with a birth.

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