"When the sky brightens but hopes are lost, the World Tree will defend itself at cost. The flaws and cracks will appear, and the worlds, once one, begin to tear. If the hopeless worlds are to reunite, then those with hope must try to fight." Shattered planes are all that remain. The World Tree floats through space, isolated from the worlds it once connected. It's lonely presence is almost peaceful as it floats softly through the dark sky. The other worlds now float around, unfettered by the restraints of the World Tree. On occasions, these worlds float within the reach of the World Tree, which allows it to create a temporary connection; at least until the world drifts away once more. A small group of hopeful souls appear at the tree. They have no idea who they are or how they arrived. One thought burns in their minds; "I must reunite the worlds." However, there is also a strange sense of an unknown dread that surrounds them, almost as if their one thought would lead to destruction. How will this new cosmos fair with its new beginnings?