the planet was covered in a cloud of darkness so thick it swallowed up any light that dared to enter its vicinity, the surface of this dying planet was covered with black roots that were eating away at its core, any animals that had previously inhabited this planet had died long ago replaced by creatures that looked like they were riped from a science fiction book. it was your place of birth your home.
"I've taken this entire planet over, acquired every scrap of information about the culture and history of everything on and around it, but something inside me is wanting more"
"I can feel something pulling at me telling me to leave this place, begging my to take more and more, I guess it's just the destructive nature of my predecessors, well I guess it's time to leave this place."
you slowly descend the root chair you made and make your way to the eather portal you crudely constructed out of root and wet dirt