Poēticum

Over time, the atmosphere of Puissantia became too dense, saturated with something. The cylindrifers, naturally, did not know what that certain je-ne-sais-quoi was, not like the neurifers, in any case. Not that they needed to know it in such mode. The cylindrifers, then, lengthened, elevated themselves, for they needed to reach new heights of their spirit to continue their respiritating.

Some millennia ago, a tribe of neurifers, the anthropoids, had installed atmogenic domes here, as part of the preparations prior to the great rain of the Megametéōron. This was an antemycelial event [...]