Rhemaria

Dimension Highlights: Yes, you've died. Wasted, actually. And yes, you're in good treads; you escaped Shadow's grasp by the sheet metal of your rear bumper! Kidding. You were a saint. You did your duty, Commander. You got your fleet to safety. It'll be a long time, but one day they'll be alright without ya.
To them, it might be your end, but to you it's only just their beginning. Because of your sacrifice, they'll all see their kids grow up. They'll all go home to their partners and tell them all about the brave guy who threw himself at the enemy and succeeded. You might not be there to see, but I can see it for you; it's a beautiful thing.
You get to keep your memories here. In fact, you won't ever forget them!













Come with me, now, sir; I've got something to show you.

Oasistin Oasistin (Oasis-tin) is our main city. You know, the fabled city resting on clouds with the mountain peak jutting through. That's the one. It's home to more essences than you can count from all over the planets. Consider it the hub of this dimension. It's where we all meet up eventually, after all.
Every glass skyscraper you see towers above the streets at a whopping 70 stories or more. Building each one took the engineering--ha, see what I did there--only a car can muster. Since it never gets truly dark outside, as the lowest the sun dips is just enough to create a spectacular sunset all night long, every building is programmed with light-dimming technology to keep the natural daylight cycle going. The outside glass must remain unobstructed as every panel visible has solar panel integration. Yes, we are grid independent, and have been so since 2079.






Mount Everett Is the mountain peak impaling the cloud our main city rests on. Thousands of the lost dragons and avioids belonging to residents call Everett home. The farthest point of the summit is crowned in pure white snow during the final months of the year. Snow boarding, anyone?


The Country Not a very formal name, no. But it's really that simple, as the name implies; beyond the city and mountain crag, below the clouds that shroud our city, are rolling foothills in seemingly infinite numbers, harvested for all sorts of crops and livestock to continue making fuel for all us Rhemarians. We're a hungry bunch!










Pyrite Prairie: Beyond the mountain range and foothills is an expansive prairie the size of the entire United States. There are quaint family estates scattered around its reaches, belonging to farmers that live far from town and co-op with each other like humans used to on Earth. Some raise cattle, some raise chickens, others harvest crops and hay. While small towns have accumulated every miles or so, the plains are protected so too many townships are prohibited to preserve it's pristine and impressive state.














They say that sometimes, when you dream of Rhemaria, a loved one here wants you to see what they are seeing and know that they are happy. They want you to know that there's no reason to mourn because they aren't sad anymore.
There's no more fear, no more anger, no more loss. There's only peace here.
We are free from the strife of daily life. We no longer have to struggle to live, we just live unconditionally now. While Rhemarians aren't forced to farm, the land is here, and so are past-life farm trucks and cars that want to work it. For some, that's their inner peace.









Because while you can't stop progession, you also can't stop tradition.




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By Ainsley