You’re tired, you’ve been flying for days on your Cumulus cloud, as you fly you begin to approach the ruins of a dystopian realm high in the troposphere.
As you enter this environment, you’re overwhelmed by the remnants of an ancient civilisation that has been engulfed by weather systems for centuries. You continue to wander through the dystopian world disoriented and confused, the silhouette of what seems to be a gate emerges from the thick fog – the gateway’s protected by armored Anunnaki.
The Anunnaki will only sanction your access upon you speaking sentences of their hissing dialect. As you enter you’re overwhelmed by a vibrant and vivid utopian polarity, unlike something you’ve ever seen before.