Fingers swirling amongst the rim of her ruby red wine, Scythia Talfor sat within the highest tower of the Fortress of Rim, licking her plump lips when the wine glass came to her lips. She looked out through the large window that stretched from one end to the next to Earth's yellow sun, bathing the ocean with its aimless rays of light.
It was a rare sight in her eyes. A world this beautiful. So full of life. Genesis had been fully colonized and stripped of any form of oceans, grass, trees, and clouds. The skies of Genesis were an illusion, and their sun was an artificial star meant to radiate the perfect amount of light.
'What god gave these Earthlings such a Perfect World?' She wondered, resting her wine glass beside her. She stood up, wandering near the window. 'What God gave such insignificant little creatures a world with so much potential. And how could it produce a child like this Altair? One that even our God so craves… I wonder what makes him so—'
