If the wind ceased and the seas dried, the lakes ponds and rivers drained, would her world amount to theirs? Would it amount to a world turned so much so towards the aid of what lived not that they had not a clue of the life they've tormented. The very life that breathed breath into their existence. If the sun were to fall for an eternity's time and the moon rise to never return, would the humanity within her world be left to a fate of wasted potentials and lands bare of the rights of that in which thrives in the wilderness?

These were Ka Pūn's thoughts upon seeing the strange world from dimensions...