Somtimes, We Were Infinite

Sometimes, We Were Infinite.
The End of All Things approaches. This is no tragedy, no cause for concern, not anymore. Those who cared to stop it, who had reason to, have tried, failed, and died. The remnants of their Golden Barges and grand plans lay scattered throughout the dying bodies of the infinite Spheres. There is very little business left to do before the End. And even fewer left to do it.

Contains 12 Backgrounds for Melsonian Arts Council's Troika!

Interior Art by Perplexing Ruins