It's been 1000 years...
Days have long passed, as a lone wanderer walks the lands, in search of a holy text, only referenced in legends long by: BioCraft.
His time nears it's end, as age has not been kind. The deserts of this strange Earth, no longer require his presence.He silently whistles to himself, as no more this wanderer can walk this Earth.
His journey has reached it's end, the fruit of heaven is abundantly not in sight.
But before he can give into the void's wishes, a glow mercilessly fired through the crowds, upon the wayward sands. He could faintly see, the message of the gods.
BioCraft, has returned.
800 long years, he has searched this world, with only one hope driving him forward: To see it, the text that was only described by his father, and the father before him. A message carried through generations, as the final hope for their species.
With his last strength, the wayward traveler charged through the sand, his purpose now in fruition. He could see it, in his very mind, in his very hands.
His life, was fulfilled. To see such a work of art, is to be blessed by the virtues in the sky themselves. Generations of quests in his family, of travels, had come to an end.
He had served his very purpose, his reason for being.
teeteevee's biocraft chronicles, was in his frail hands.