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No one can tell for sure how and why it occured. But some 300 years ago an unfathomable event took place. The interwoven strands of reality coliided in a cataclysmic convergence, altering the course of existence. That day two worlds collided, each carrying its unique essence and characteristics. One, an urban landscape known as Earth teeming with human life and diverse cultures. The other, a realm inhabited by anthropomorphic creatures hailing from the nomadic lands of Ciltrantha, the world of the two red moons. Regions were displaced; powerhouse nations such as China vanished without a trace, replaced by a lush jungle inhabited by exotic Ciltranthan anthropomorphic beings. Half of Africa ceased to exit in an istant as it was replaced with the searing desert realm that is home to the felines and the rodent tribes of the elements. The expanses of the wilds of Canda and the vast Greenland wiped at the blink of an eye and replaced with a tempered forest continent where anthropomorphic animals flourished. Parts of Europe and South America endured their own torments, transforming into an exotic forest teeming with Ciltrantha's wild creatures. As realisation sunk in endless clashes between the inhabitants of the two worlds ensued, causing unimaginable destruction & chaos. Death, despair, and utter confusion ruled for well over a century. However, as the decades passed, Mankind stod firm and finaly subdued the wild life of Ciltrantha. The ending of the war led to the birth of a fragile symbiosis, where the remnants of Earth's civilization ruled and intermingled with the wild and mysterious antros. Over time the tribes of Ciltranthan lost their ways under human rule. Few amongst the anthros who remember the old stories from before the collide now remain, stories of the two moons and the people living under it. Mii is the offspring of these two words collided. She is one of few remaining members of the desert clan, as a child she discovered that many of her tribes stories were lost as generations passed more and more of her kin adapted to human customs. She vowed and is fightning to save at least some part of her peoples past. The stories of their kin, crafted long lost moons.
