In a single moment of time, a billion things are happening in the thousands of different dimensions of the universe.

A child's pleading is suddenly silenced in a forest where death should never have come.

Many decisions in the story of a life can make the future of said story change, in both good and bad ways.

A bee flies into a night sky, searching for the hero that it will never find.

There are decisions that not only affect the story of a life, but are vital to the existence of a dimension. These are the dots of light on which the cosmos hangs. They are the origin points.

In a rural town in the mountains, four boys huddle quietly in a corner of a cell, unsure of what will happen to them.

If these points, these decisions, are changed, the cosmic order shifts and the universe will begin to break apart.

A red headed boy falls unto a blood soaked floor and cries, "Oh god why?" as his rival-friend is torn apart by an unstoppable force.

Someone would do this only if he had some way to fix the Realms once broken by chaos- and that is why this must not happen. Someone could destroy the Realms and then shape it to suit their own will.

In a cloudless night, a flightless angel mourns over his goddess, as the moon looks down scornfully.

Thirty years ago, a man named Edward Jobsworth tried to do this. He failed only because a boy named Erp Stewart thwarted him at the last minute and killed him.

A town is enveloped by yellow fog, and a body hangs from a telephone pole- the body of a black haired girl in a kimono.

His daughter had taken his place after 25 years of peace, and is threatening the same thing as her father before her- the destruction of the Realms. Erp Stewart was killed truing to take her down before she could cause real damage. The dimensions still mourn his passing.

A crimson moon eclipses the sky as a boy with a cap and overalls cries for the end of his world. 5:00:00 until the moon collides with the earth.

The ones left after all of the destruction and death Akasha Jobsworth had unleashed on the Realms are left wondering: What is there left? Is there any hope? Will there be an end to this?

Who will send our codes to the stars?