An apple rots. Paint dries up. Blueberries turns sour. A flower wilts. A blade shatters. ~~~~~~ The war is over, the bad guys won. The stars sanses had disappeared long ago, for reasons no one knows. Now the multiverse is crumbling, the balance being tipped to far to one side. Universes are dying, not just by the hands of the skeletons that now rule over. People considered important were moved to Dreamtale, now a ruined city that's been made as the capital of the multiverse. Summers grow cold, there are no leaves to fall in autumn, winter is barely survivable, and spring has been all but forgotten. It must be fixed. It must be saved! But is it already too late? It feels that way to most everyone. Is this distopia what was meant to happen to the multiverse and it's people? Is this what was wanted by fate when the first universe was made?