To the majority of humanity, life just happens. We wait on this miracle or that miracle, that one stroke of luck needed to finally be where our desires are.

The torrid breeze forced the scent of smoke through the light soaked, hazy atmosphere. For Lyle Winston, and anyone living in 2533, what were once the sights, and smells of destruction, and chaos, now represented rebuilding, and industry. In the continent now known as Labnysha, it was said a great battle had taken place, but such topics of interest were banned years ago among the poor and working class. Lyle had been adopted from among this caste. He was taken in, and raised, by members of the ruling class. These days Lyle manages workers, who's sole duty is to plant trees. Whatever event had taken place years before, destroyed most of the treetops that provided precious oxygen to the once vibrant, and clear skied continent.