| Author: | Phoenix Mackenzie | ISBN: | 1230000192825 |
| Publisher: | Phoenix MacKenzie | Publication: | January 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Phoenix Mackenzie |
| ISBN: | 1230000192825 |
| Publisher: | Phoenix MacKenzie |
| Publication: | January 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Time ticks away, even for an immortal and evolution cannot be denied. Change is coming. It has always been here, weaving its way through us. For forty years a small band of humans had presumed themselves to be the survivors of a race. Yet that race was far more than human. A mirror never lies but a mind can deny what it chooses not to see. Long ago before humans came to be, their reflection was shattered and the shards of a mirror glittered amongst the stars. Reflections they saw now through their children. Shards of a mirror that threatened to cut man open from the inside as their screamed at truth: evolving one step towards their forgotten past. Their were those that preyed upon the lost, the infants of evolution and remnants of civilization. To them man was a harvest to be reaped: neatly packaged in stasis pods. A commodity to be sold enslaved and experimented with. Indeed Earth was fruitful and it seemed that humans had seeded another world, a distant world, yet ripe for the picking… Or so the Yulka thought. They would soon learn that some fruits are deadly. Aware that Earth and human kin were being harvested, the peaceful nirvani tribe and their descendants, looked to the stars again. Ghosts of their past beckoned and weaved fate through them. Humanity would die and in that moment they would be reborn. Woe be to those who meddle with the mirror's children.
Time ticks away, even for an immortal and evolution cannot be denied. Change is coming. It has always been here, weaving its way through us. For forty years a small band of humans had presumed themselves to be the survivors of a race. Yet that race was far more than human. A mirror never lies but a mind can deny what it chooses not to see. Long ago before humans came to be, their reflection was shattered and the shards of a mirror glittered amongst the stars. Reflections they saw now through their children. Shards of a mirror that threatened to cut man open from the inside as their screamed at truth: evolving one step towards their forgotten past. Their were those that preyed upon the lost, the infants of evolution and remnants of civilization. To them man was a harvest to be reaped: neatly packaged in stasis pods. A commodity to be sold enslaved and experimented with. Indeed Earth was fruitful and it seemed that humans had seeded another world, a distant world, yet ripe for the picking… Or so the Yulka thought. They would soon learn that some fruits are deadly. Aware that Earth and human kin were being harvested, the peaceful nirvani tribe and their descendants, looked to the stars again. Ghosts of their past beckoned and weaved fate through them. Humanity would die and in that moment they would be reborn. Woe be to those who meddle with the mirror's children.
