The watcher knows chaos, and chaos knows the watcher. They built this place together, as a safe haven for each other. But the watcher had other plans... it absorbed the powers of chaos, and banished it from the domain. While the watcher would grow to prosper, chaos would grow into a darkened soul, a shell of who it once was. It would wander behind the curtains of the world, examining what it could. Not of it's home world, but of another... a world of numbers and letters, a great white expanse, with giant orbs, only just barely foggy enough to not be able to make out what lay inside, miles apart, sitting on towers of gibberish and colors. He lay there, trapped in this great void but tethered to his own world. Unable to leave, unable to explore, and unable to scream loud enough for anyone to hear him. and there he remains to this day, wandering around his world, trying to see inside.
NOTICE: THE BACKGROUNDS ARE RANDOMLY GENERATED.
