Geneara was once home to a remarkable species—beings woven from the essence of the universe itself, born of the stars, guardians of knowledge and balance.
The Genearians ruled alongside humans, shaping civilizations, advancing technology beyond imagination, guiding progress with their ancient wisdom.
But their greatest mistake?
Teaching humanity too much.
When humans learned of three other planets, worlds infused with similar cosmic power
🔵 Nyxara — a world where energy itself shifts and bends, creating untamed power.
💜Cindralis — a realm of spiritual resonance, where the dust binds with the soul, unlocking visions beyond time.
⚫ Elaris — a war-driven planet where the dust fuses with blood, forging warriors of limitless strength.
Their admiration twisted into hunger.
They hunted villages, defied the Genearian government, desperate to steal their power—to claim the blue dust, the very essence that made the Genearians immortal, limitless, divine.
They didn't want to coexist.
They wanted control.
It was a war the Genearians could never win—despite humanity's lack of knowledge, their sheer numbers overwhelmed the Genearian forces.
With every battle, the Genearian population withered, fading into extinction.
Their survival hinged on a single choice.
To protect the planets, to preserve what little remained, they did the unthinkable—
They stripped themselves of power, erasing the blue dust from their own existence.
A reinforced vessel was forged—a ship built to contain every ounce of blue dust they could salvage, sealing away their power before it could be used for destruction.
They launched the ship into infinite space, where it would linger endlessly, wandering beyond reach.
The last surviving Genearians hid among humans, disguising their true nature so well that even they began to forget.
Their legacy buried in time.
Their essence scattered among the stars.
And the blue dust—
Still out there. Still waiting.