Page 1 – (5 Panels)
1.1: Exterior, twilight on an alien world, a Father
dressed in tattered vestments holding the tiny hand of his eight year old Daughter. She wears a ragged dress and holds a brown
blanket over one shoulder.
Daughter: Where are we, father?
Father: The Nexus of All Things.
1.2: The Father and Daughter walking along the
edges of a tent city shanty town, a refugee camp turned bazaar. Vendors are selling all manner of
other-worldly goods. The Daughter is
looking slightly behind her, staring at the wares being hawked by some less
than savory characters. The Father’s
gaze remains set straight ahead.
Daughter: Are we here to purchase something?
Father: I guess you could say that.
1.3: The Father and Daughter walking in front of a
golden monument, bizarre cupola topping the obelisk base. There are two helmeted sentries wearing green
flowing robes stationed on each corner of the monument.
Father: The world has moved away from what I knew. There are too many out there, beyond, who
would do us harm.
Father: You deserve so much more than this, and there’s
only one way I can ensure that your potential isn’t squashed.
Daughter: How?
1.4: Father kneeling before his Daughter, hands on
her shoulders.
Father: By leaving you here so that you may learn.
Daughter: But I don’t want to leave you! I don’t want to be alone!
Daughter: I love you, Daddy . . . why are you doing
this?
1.5: Large panel of the alien cityscape of the
Nexus of All Things. The Tent City is at
ground level, expanding in all directions.
Towering above are the golden buildings, sky-scrapers and government
capitals, all connected by a network of almost art deco bridges. In the foreground, the sobbing Father gives
his little girl one last hug.
Father: Because I believe in miracles.
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