A massive platinum-white book floated high above Starsea.
One glowing word after another drifted from its pages and flew toward the gateways of the worlds.
Occasionally, words would also peel away from the Sigh Bridges that connected the prisons, leaving the bridges themselves and crossing into the worlds beyond.
It was almost as though the sighs could hear the call of those worlds and were willingly passing through their gates.
Once, BS Rita had used words to record civilizations and worlds.
Now, those same words were transforming back into civilizations and worlds, becoming places where living beings could once again settle and thrive.
One prison after another disappeared.
The cube-shaped prisons gradually transformed into forms familiar to every race.
They became the moons that countless beings would someday look up at each night.
For a time, every newly formed moon had several players gathered around it, working tirelessly to construct harbors and world docks.
