The days of nothing had let the land be born again in splendour and colour; it changed to reconcile with what man had done to the world. The twin rivers known to history as Euphrates and Tigris surged with untamed fervour as they sliced through sands of white and black and made the ground new. On their banks, bloomed verdant pillars with flowers like jewellery which reached into the shattered sky. Curious 'Apefish' below were tempted by the jewels of the trees as they scurried between land and river on dextrous fingers, harbouring their own — magnificent pearls which calcified within them.

Beyond the rivers and the bands of green was a grey and eternal sand, kicked up into a cutting haze by bitter and begrudging winds that remembered the days passed. They remembered mercy, though, and so there were pockets left untouched by its wrath. Here, were biomes incongruent with the land, each different from the last, a testament to the caprice of this new world.

To the far east of the Tigris rose mountains clad in dense snow, a new and barren Rock. South of that, a scorched white coastline met a beating ocean of cerulean that blessed the land with its two great arteries. The west was the heart of the caprice where none could reach, for the brutality of the haze prevented it. At the centre, man would rise again.