With noticing the unseen, the small happenings of everyday life that we are oblivious to, and learning, I Grow.


Ancient, musty and blood molded walls stretch around the circumference of the congregated city in a secure mold, inhabited with both sinful and monstrous beings, enclosing them all into a tight little family. Acting as protection from the known and from worse, the unknown, the wall ensured much more than a shadow from the sun. Looking up into the ominous grime crammed sky little could be seen beyond the barrier exceeding across the heavens, again envisioned as a protection. Dropping the observers gaze on downward toward the dust filled streets, peasants, child folk, outstanding citizens and small companions hovered effortlessly and unpromisingly to their destinations with the shadow of the city guards incessantly, endlessly, always watching.  Scared, fragile people mottling about in fear hidden behind plastered smiles and tired facades when inevitably they merely wished to escape.  Sad how the adults looked at the innocent, honest faces of the children and got the urge to embellish themselves around and in the children’s lives so as to atone for their own pathetic wronging doings in their deplorable world succumbed in shameful dealings made by their own soiled hands. Pathetic but true, the merchant city of Deraneos, Eden. 


Despite the non-present law of Neos or Dera no tolerance of interaction rule, still few conversed or even paid good mind to one another. Prejudice existed and walked through and tangled itself between and amongst the makeshift stands and the highly recognized establishments of the district. No vehicles or forms of transportation ran through the corridors or pathways of Eden, its beauty MUST remain undisturbed. Attire ranged in different arrays between the Neos and Dera furthermore between social classes. Soot and wreckage settled upon the minuscule feet of the Neos children whom roamed the populated trails with nothing but rags resting on their suffering bodies. In the definitive contrast on the bend of the next trail another Neos kid would walk right in to a store without the accompaniment of an adult and have other Neos groveling at his well clad feet and cloths so rare one could live a lifetime with the money spent simply on the child’s chemise.  The same distinction rose to the occasion in the lives of the visiting Dera, though with less of a gap. Dera children would never be found without any shoes or sandals for the fact that they could produce modest covering from even one stray feather of an adult Dera, as well orphans of the Dera kind were unheard of and the scale of poor to rich was not a horrifying one. Dera with money dressed their wings with jewelry or their bodies if they had not yet met the age of awakening, those without merely scrounged for food or home, clothing sat as no challenge for the Dera. 


Technology vastly spread itself throughout the city in various ways, Hovering objects or such, radiating signs or shop fronts, objects moving without Neos or Dera involvement, and so much more.  Some objects even took life and became like co-workers, walking around and helping in the shops or even the streets, a great addition to the effort. Eden was a world of wander and sanction.


A brief description of eden, and sort of something just to get your minds in to the same atomosphere. Eh, i dont know i was just jotting some stuff down^_^ hope you like it.