Far from the heart of Egypt, an old pastoral plain lay.
Under the eternal darkness, a long serpent composed of torches slowly writhed across the land.
Occasionally, a torch would suddenly extinguish, sparking a minor chaos, but calm was quickly restored.
A few hundred meters from the "serpent", a small storm raged unpredictably. Meanwhile, a kilometer away, hail descended from the sky.
The whole world seemed like a game with glitched programming, where the codes simulating the climate were riddled with flaws.
In such circumstances, unless reset, it would be unlikely for anyone to restore it to its original state. Yet, no matter how dire the situation, remnants of humanity on earth continued, with All Spirits striving to survive.
There were black cats hunting in the night, and jackals lurking in the darkness, launching stealth attacks.
