T.D.o.N.B: Hope

Through the eyes of my mind, I saw hundreds of thousands of people marching out every day out of a city, in some ways similar to Arc. They would hunt, and gather crystals, to sell them and get stronger, but also upgrade their sapling.

They were of alien descent, similar in appearance to The Great One. Some were different, but most definitely of his race.

Those were memories of his early childhood. He would go out too, despite his young age, and complete tasks given by flying around orbs. Some were simple, others very hard, but none were ignored. All challenges were faced, but some, indeed, ended in failure.

The life out there was weird, because after the hunt, upon return, when the task was done, the aliens would somewhat regain their sense, and go on with their lives. They would cook, eat, play, and work, but with the next sunrise, the need to go gather the crystals would overwhelm their minds once again.