The apocalypse has long ravaged the land but life itself is quite peaceful and resilient. Moving and changing are the races of Zoran like the Corrosive Silver that floats amid the Azure Clouds atop the Jade Cliffs. Belle found himself exasperated by the red sky. Orphan. He is without parents but within the depths of Zoran, he is not without family and he never would be for they would not see the grace of death as long as he lives. Prodigy. An over-used title, not one he would acknowledge for himself or others, for they are rarely by one's own merit. Or is the criteria for genius relying on the favor of the fickle will of those above? Path Finder. Husk of Bridges. Seeker of Lost Favor. He will find the warmth he had lost, even if that warmth was replaced by others a long time ago. "I wonder how long it would take for that frail candlelight to be overturned by the cold winds of this doomed world." - A Whisper In The Depths.