The Mutants

Dark. Shadowed. Gloomy. Bleak. Mysterious. Depressing. Only a few words that can descride this pack of wolves, if one would wish to call it such. Others would refure to them as: Evil. Doomed. Wretched. And yet, those who reisde here don't call it that.. No. To them, it is beautiful. Hanging high above, the moon and sun collide as one. Apollo and Artemis gone forever to keep the sun and moon in the sky. Sky? There was none, but instead miles of empty blackness. Below, the thing one is to walk on, is a deep misture of blue, green, and purple. The colors of Oblivion's sunset. Small spits of rock are here and there, posing as stars in the sky that have landed. There is nothing for miles around and everything looks to be set in the middle of nothing. There is no water, no forest, no food, no life. Those stars , though, they each hold a door to pass through, leading one to another area. Standing high above what is believed to be that ground is a giant formation. This is where He stands, looking over the entire area. Love is not welcome here, for He has lost his own. However, affection is permitted elsewhere. But, just because you leave this area does not mean you can leave this world. The Outsiders have become trapped within their own binds.