[ WP ] The Earth does not rotate . One side always faces the sun and is in continual daylight . The other side is in eternal night . Cultures on both side develop around this .

Myla peered at the gated wall, her translucent pale skin standing out against the fungal flora. Light peeked through the horizon, as it always had, and always would. 
 
 *Prepare. We hunt. * 
 
 *Soon. Death! Freedom! * 
 
 The anticipation was tangible. Myla trembled with it, as she crouched there among the mycelia, holding her bone spear. She closed her eyes, remembering of a time when her people had enslaved the Shadows. Those had been good years. For centuries, the rich bounty of the Brightlands had belonged to the People. Blessed as they were, none of the people could enter the Brightlands, but the Shadows had been their faithful servants, and dutifully brought the rare resources back. But one of the People 
 had been a betrayer. Decades ago, her own brother had wept for the plight of the Shadows, living without water, constantly burnt from the Devil's rays. He'd created for himself some strange outer skin from the mycelium, and traveled over to the other side. What had happened to him was unknown, but he'd taught the Shadows free will and self-determination. Shadows of all things! All of a sudden, the Shadows had begun rebelling. Screeching in their incomprehensible cries, they'd escaped and built giant walls around their nation. The economy had grinded to a stop, as there were no more Shadows to work the mines and fields. Since then, the People had slowly deteriorated, while the Shadows became more and more ostentatious with their constructions. 
 
 Myla shook with rage. She could not live with this shame. They had all looked at her with that same pitying look, the one that hid fear and doubt. So she'd taken her closest friends with her on an expedition, using the same skins that her brother had made. She'd been one of the most powerful nobles among the people, and now she would redeem herself. 
 
 The gate opened, and Myla's People flooded forth. 
 
 *For the Nightmother! *
