The Wanderers
413 years in the future, all is devastation. Great lakes are now empty pits, sprawling cities are now rubble, and humanity is now extinct, fossilized under the endless blanket of sand that covers the Earth.
However, all is not lost. Exiled to our world through gates in space and time, a few brave, carapaced individuals toil to give our planet new hope.
They are...
The Wanderers.
Prospit and Derse
The twins of Skaia, locked in combat's hold
One a shadow of fate, one a heart of gold.
Watch as we see the children who dream,
Of worlds so unlike anything we've seen.
Now, listen to the sound that has been rehearsed.
The sound of dreams... of Prospit and Derse.
If nobody get's neither of the reference , I will facepalm.
413 years in the future, all is devastation. Great lakes are now empty pits, sprawling cities are now rubble, and humanity is now extinct, fossilized under the endless blanket of sand that covers the Earth.
However, all is not lost. Exiled to our world through gates in space and time, a few brave, carapaced individuals toil to give our planet new hope.
They are...
The Wanderers.
Prospit and Derse
The twins of Skaia, locked in combat's hold
One a shadow of fate, one a heart of gold.
Watch as we see the children who dream,
Of worlds so unlike anything we've seen.
Now, listen to the sound that has been rehearsed.
The sound of dreams... of Prospit and Derse.
If nobody get's neither of the reference , I will facepalm.
oh snap