Under strange suns

On a planet like earth, similar but more scorched, strange and where hot stars hang heavy. Sparkling sands dance with embers of stars, the waves of wind built dunes amongst parched lands where darkness never arrived. In another universe psychedelic creatures speaking archly of politics and scandal, sipping mimosas by sunlit rainbow streams. The suns beat on.

This is scintilla, where people use these sands for its magical properties, from flight to strength. Nova helps gather the sands with mechanical tools made from the metal scraps of spacecraft and junk, problem is the stars are dying, so corporation’s have started to take energy from creatures. worms made up of sand and nebulae dust, radioactive space worms. Nova reveals that these creatures are much more important than the greed of power.