
Too hot, too cold, never a thank you
For a thousand years people only ever complained to the Sun. So one morning he packed up his light and went off to sulk at the Summit, the court of the gods.
With the Sun gone, every god grabbed a piece of the sky and started running it their own way: an endless storm, an endless sunset, an endless night.


Arlo, inventor
Nimbe, goddess of the clouds





Aura
Volt
Vesper
Umbra
Astra
Sol