[ 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 .

1482 PS ( Post Segregation ) - Fade zone - Master Fenn of the Don'Shai 
 
 The ever present light-link still appeared to hold between the Fade zone relics. An always present, magical, and to some an even religious energy that coursed its way from the four equidistant great wonders of the two tone planet out to the stars above. There probably existed more theories on the purpose of the relics then were minds on the whole planet! The prevailing belief of the time changed regularly, according to the histories he had studied. The most prevalent of this time was that they were physical links between the four heavens and Two Tone. He did not subscribe to this unfounded thought. They could have just as easily been artifacts from some past, unknown to his peoples people. All they had were theories. The evidence was as non-existent as sunlight was on the Dark side. Whatever they were, the light remained despite the fact that the hum had stopped. Why had it stopped? 
 
 His people worried. Were their fears unfounded? Surely this must be an omen. In his consultations with the regional elders, none were aware of a time when the hum of the relics had ever ceased. He could not help but join in on the fears, if only slightly. Fear that it was gone and fear what it may represent. But along side his fear he also felt something else. He missed it. Unaware it was there for as long as he could remember, at least without directed thought. Like the pulse in his temples, the hum just was. But now that it was absent it was like a hole in his being. A hole in Two Tone. This was not right. 
 
 He had already dispatched messengers to the nearest settlements on either side of the Fade zone. He expected a response wrapped in religious nonsense from the sun worshiping Light siders, but they had surprised him before. But what would those of the Dark think? Unlike the people of the Light, those on the darker side of Two Tone did not hold the relics in reverence. He expected a more reasoned response from them. He was of them, after all. He knew how they viewed things, how he viewed things. Did that mean anything though? 
 
 1483 PS - Light side - Excerpt from'The Histories of the Rotation' 
 
 The disappearance of the hum was only the beginning. In the weeks after the Silence, the light-links themselves had begun to fade. Day by day, week by week, the light which emanated from them for as long as memories and the histories recounted had slowly begun to dim. No hum. Dissapearing light. An absence of energies that made the world feel like it was twisting apart. 
 
 In the Light lands nearest the Fade zone relics, religious fervor reached a violent peak only days after the light-links first began to dim. The church did not have answers, at least coordinated ones. How could they? Word could only travel as fast as a mans feet carried it, while the dimming lights could be seen immediately by all people in all lands. Gone were the theories of what the relics were - now the people screamed for answers on what the changes meant. For the first time in its history, the church did not have the answers. The people rioted. 
 
 1483 PS - Dark side - Excerpt from'The Great Vindication' 
 
 The peoples of the Dark side awoke. Living in the Light allowed for many things - trade, nation building, wealth beyond measure. Life in the Dark was nothing like this. It was a world of sounds and of trust. Blinded in the lands of the Light and unable to see without fire in the Dark, sound and trust in your fellow man was required to survive here. In a world ruled by sound, communication was used with purpose. The disappearance of the Great Hum was cause for much communication. 
 
 When the lights began to dim, a new sound began. Only the most highly respected Acousticars could describe it. It was like the sound of a rock slide on the slopes of an impossibly distant mountain. 
 
 4 AI ( After Inclusion ) - Master Fenn, once of the Don'Shai 
 
 The world had not known peace for many years now. The failing of the binding relics had changed everything. He now knew they had likely signaled the beginning of the end. 
 
 It was now well understood that the light-links had been anchors. Once the lights had fully dimmed, everything changed. Everyone agreed, including him, that the relics had somehow held the sun in place, making Light side light and the Dark side dark. Now the sun rotated around the planet. A never ending, infinitely repeating cataclysm that tore Two Tone asunder. When the sun began to shift, so did the planet. Great rifts tore through the surface of the lands, the beginnings of which were now believed to be the rock slides the Acousticars had described 4 years earlier. His people had begun to call the planet A'Tone, as if a reparation were due. For once he did not share their views - no peoples deserved this. Light or Dark. 
 
 Vegetation on the the once Light side died in the chill of the night. Millions starved. Entire cities were swallowed by the wounds that were opening all over Two Tones skin. Those on the Dark side experienced the Blindings. Almost an entire people unable to see, stumbling through the chaos that was now everyone's life. He was spared this as he was one of the few of his people that could see in the Light. 
 
 The sun was broaching the horizon, cascading shadows along the ground before him. He did not think he would ever become accustomed to such a thing, moving shadows. But it was how things now were and he knew he must adapt. He would adapt. The people of the Fade had always acted as a buffer between the Light and Dark. Now they must become leaders. He continued down the path as the shadows shrank beneath the wandering path of the sun above.
