Dry, Cracked, Earth

Mhm. A colorful place, but not always a safe one.
There is mystery in the deeper depths. Danger. Uncertainty.
But above all, that raw material we crave: Potential.

Yes, I think we can work with this.
Truly? Certainly?
Its already done.
"Well go on, show them already."

...Have you seen a piece of kelp in your life?

No.
Nor, admittedly, is doing so needed.
Think of this as our guiding star in the night; we don't need to see the suns molten surface to depict it, abstract is enough.
And here, well. Its nice to keep a rough idea of where things are.

Now, for the next step... Perhaps a short story, while I think.

Once, elsewhere, was a different kind of forum game: A god-game!
I'm sure we've had a few of those here in past, but this one was different.
A game of dice, puns-a-plenty, elements chosen by all to form the world, and a handful of gods to shape it each era.
And, perhaps, a smidgen of mortality.
It was an exhilarating thing, How we rejoiced at the peoples victories! How we mourned their failings.
How we, in our ineptitude, brought joy and grief, as often by design as by poor roll of the dice.
And when the curtain settled,
We wanted more.

And perhaps you, the reader(s?) will too.
But Aquaregias tale is not that one, even if it shapes today in its own way. We'll continue its tale another time.

For now, todays questions: People shape the world, and so too does the world shape them.
To change and be changed is our nature.
We adapt to fit our environs,
And adapt our environs to fit us.
"Aside from Crabs, those funny outliers."

We have an idea of where the people don't live, and a bit of where they do.
That they glow, and illuminate their homes as such.

But what are they, and how do they live?
Cliff side homes, woven kelp abodes, reclaimed shells of great beasts?
The two are entangled, and on this trajectory the answer to one will sculpt the other-

Oh, I'm over-complicating this. We'll make it work, whatever the answer may be.
Five days, this time.