You see history hidden between the barren rocks and within the high acid clouds. You see the ruin ready to claim its birthright.<br/><br/>
Sunlight starves. The fierceness chills and thins and runs sweet. A new ocean emerges, thick and salty and hot, from springs and geysers that drench the dead ground. <br/><br/>
You wonder: will this world's second birth be its finest?