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[center]FP: 10 MP: 05[/center]

	The midday heat of Heliopolis basted over K’nell as the god sat alone. Under his pants a flat stone warmed, and before him he watched his latest creations in motion. In the blue distance mountains shifted, but before that stretched a seemingly endless plain, it’s dirt cloaked in a brilliant red grass that felt akin to velvet and smelled of sugar. The ruby landscape was crowded with herds of trees, their massive roots creating large ditches and potholes as they stampeded across the plains. Little driplets of groundwater slowly filled the ditches, creating puddles which swarms of tiny cotton ball shaped pollinators sipped. The little things were made out of clouds, much to K’nells amusement, and now and again when two collided they’d sprinkle a little rain, sometimes accompanied by tiny popping sounds and even static. 

	K’nell watched amused as the tiny things crowded over bunches of flowers that grew on a completely see-through vine, fit for tripping the unaware, somehow the pollen of the flowers sticking to the cloundlings. Small beasts and beings, flora and fauna completed the circle of ecology before K’nell, and for the moment, he was at a certain peace. 

	A small sigh echoed around the unmoving smile and the god let himself lay back flat against the heated stone. His eyes looked straight ahead, getting lost in the great blue above. Popping cloudlings mused his ears, and the sweet aroma of the fields tantalized his nose, in all, he was stimulated. If it were any other being witnessing this paradise, comfort may have soon turned into a peaceful sleep filled with fuzzy thoughts and silly dreams, but such things never came to K’nell, for he was such things. 

	His brow furrowed, [i]he was such things[/i]. 

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 K’nell enjoys his creation, for a time.

4 FP spent on a large ecosystem, the fields of dreams now take over the flatlands of Tendlepog.

Remaining: 6 fp 5 mp

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