A bright soul is brought into an old world.

For all her life, Ature had slept, but now she woke in a different world. One heavy with shadow and lost to desolation. She is no intruder, for within her rest the strength and memories of a forgotten age. She is urged forward, to gather the instruments of creation and rekindle life and light, magic and passion to these ruins.

But the brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. Elder things, long lost to the dark, wake as well. Not all in this world desire the change Ature brings and move to feast on the light while it is still young.