A Dawn of Ashed Suns

Centriasali, a world teetering on the brink of collapse, where sprawling cities stretch across poisoned landscapes, their skylines choked by the ever-present haze of smog and decay. The air is thick with disease, not only of the body but of the soul—an infectious hatred that has permeated every corner of society. Centriasali is a place where the sun rarely shines unobscured, its light filtered through layers of ash that rain down from the sky like a constant reminder of the world’s slow, agonizing decline. The once-thriving civilization now festers beneath the weight of its own sins, its towering structures crumbling under the strain of neglect, and its people hardened by the ceaseless battles for survival.   The cities, once symbols of human progress, now serve as mausoleums for lost hope, their towering spires casting long shadows over the slums and forgotten districts below. Streets wind like arteries through this decaying metropolis, clogged with refuse, both material and moral. Even in the heart of the city, where wealth once held sway, the rot has taken hold, with corruption seeping into the highest levels of power. The sky above reflects the despair below, permanently shrouded in hues of burnt orange and sickly gray, as if the very heavens have given up hope of cleansing the world beneath.   The inhabitants of Centriasali have learned to survive in this hostile environment, but it is survival without dignity or peace. Gang rule, corporate exploitation, and a culture of division have all but eradicated any sense of unity. Disease is rampant, spreading not only through contagion but through the deep-seated prejudices that divide the population. Centriasali is not just dying—it is rotting from the inside out, its future as dark and uncertain as the ever-ashen dawns that rise above its broken horizon.