At the beginning of all things, the dimensions coalesced, and the timeless clock began to tick. Backwards. A countdown to a final unknown. We were not born to die. We were born to go to The Higher Plane. If life is your tutorial, the higher plane is the main game. For nearly a trillion years, a dimensional war has ravaged all of existence, losing all meaning but the entropy of chaos. The knowledge of infinite lives holds just one lasting need. We must ascend before time itself runs out. Then one of the higher powers had a thought. A dangerous thought. Let us create and seed a pocket universe and harvest a crop to fight for us. And as time progressed, the balance began to tilt. Balance does not take lightly to a tilt.