Gelinia is a realm where gods walk, shaking the ground with their steps and altering reality with their presence. Men and beasts have evolved in a land twisted and saturated with divinity, so that few see the world unaltered. Myths roam free and every mile traveled bends a different physical law. Humans live in a system dictated from above, with as much freedom as the gods deign free to give them. How can an ecosystem survive such pressures? How can a culture? How can we choose to govern in the shadow of god?