Our word for world was Ranais. It meant “land” in an old language that no one spoke anymore. It was a rich, thriving world, with wide seas and wider continents over which us humans had spread. We ruled the lesser creatures of the world, taming animals and cultivating plants. We learned, we built, we fought. We died and were born. We gained knowledge of the other worlds, the world Heavens, the world Hells, the worlds Cogs, Chaos, Gray, Spire, and the rest. We didn’t explore them much, content as we were with our beautiful world Ranais.
