The stars shimmered differently above Gia.
They didn't blink or scatter like Earth's pale sky—they danced.
Swirls of deep gold and dusky violet spun across the heavens, as if the sky itself were silk brushed with light.
Beneath that cosmic veil floated a planet so hauntingly beautiful, it seemed carved not by nature, but by a divine artist.
This was Gia, home of the Farians.
From afar, the planet looked like a glowing opal—rings of soft teal atmosphere wrapping gently around its surface, shimmering with tiny glints like dusted gems.
And as one drew closer, the shapes of the land began to form: sweeping golden plains that burned gently under the twin suns, forests of crystalline black trees whose glassy leaves tinkled in the wind, and mountain ranges carved from violet stone, their peaks cloaked in mists that never moved.
