Artwork 2: The Second Story. We had our reasons for leaving, none of them good. The lands scorched, seas boiled, skies blackened. For a long time we thought the war that ripped us apart was the only thing that could keep us together. Now it seems different. “Be not afraid, child,” the gigantic being says, a preternatural look on their face, not malice, not kindness, something unknown. “You’re here to help?” I ask in a whisper. “We have built this city for all. Come, I have much to show you.” *See main page for more.