Imagine, if you will, that reality as you know it is but a fragment of human history. That all around you, there are other fragments of times long past, or yet to come, hidden behind a veil of spacetime as it falls into the ever-growing maw of Sheol, a monstrous black hole.

In most cases, this would be difficult – unbelievable even, especially for those forever bound to this shard of reality. However, you are not fettered to these tattered instances. You are the remnants of something outside of time. Outside of reality.

You are, for all intents and purposes, a Dead God.

Somewhere, adrift on the waves of crushing gravity, you travel between these “Shores” looking to reclaim a part of you lost long ago during your death. You are as fragmented as the remnants of reality, broken and mourning. What you were before doesn’t matter now. It’s gone. The only way you can push forward is to find the missing parts of yourself as they drift around Sheol’s orbit, enveloping them back into yourself, or using their essences in grand bursts of power.

Reality bends as you will, but be careful that you do not bend it too far;

Sheol is forever hungry.