#5 - Tearbase Explorer

Some few hundred years ago the Moon over Posterra shattered. How and why, we the dwellers of the realms do not know. There was a war in the heavens, that’s for sure, thousands upon thousands of shadows creepy the skies, obscuring starts only to illuminate the heavens with bizarre lights and miniature suns that lived merely moments. The display was silent, dazzling, and lasted long cycles. And then, the moon exploded - if we can believe the chronicles and stories, it was a blink of superlight, illumination that could pierce the stones to reach even the deepest, darkest caves. And then, the moon was undone, slowly drifting away in chunks. And then, many days later, humongous pieces of it rained upon the realms, devastating them further. After that, the war ended. The skies emptied... but for one thing. Between the ruined moon and the sky, something was growing, shiny, shimmering, each cycle more immense. A silver teardrop now hung in the sky, like if the corpse of the Moon shed it.