ChromaDelirium
A large, industrial nation, with lands stretching out farther then the eyes can see. Land of desecration, land of corruption, land that ravishes the souls of all who set foot upon the sacrilegious 'Mother land'. Within it's festering chaos, impure embers burn with a dull, flickering glow.
They are dying, yet they glow.
Embers of hope - not promise. Embers of a dream never lived. Clouded with ash from their earlier flame, and soot from their greed, the last moments of each cinder strive to make it all right. Make it fair - balance out the shade with a light, however impure. These embers reside in a few men, a few scientists of a rapidly dying breed. With their experiments, they are not trying to create destruction - but life. Sentient life.
The first years were marked by nothing but failure while searching for the right avian strand. Eggs that were too brittle and cracked at the slightest touch. Eggs that were too soft, and the birds suffocated trying to hatch. Birds that were too stupid to survive - drowning in the rain, dying of starvation even though food was before them. The ones that survived the hatching process quickly deteriorated in the polluted atmosphere-save-
