...the Exile.

This is almost always how I start my runs:

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You wake. Ambrosia from the Ceremony of Departure lingers. A last comfort from your tribe. Oh look, on the ground over there, the Cloudblade they left you. That's a comfort.

A perfectly made knife. A reminder of what you will never be able to create alone.

The tribe is gone, along with your last hope of belonging, survival. You were the sacrifice to the Sky Goddess. Don't track them. Death at their hands is that way.

You are a seed. Perhaps the Sky Goddess will nurture you? Or just let you whither. Heh, a tradition you may want to change, should you live to start a new tribe. Any fools nearby?

Time to melt back into the earth, or.... try to survive one more day. And then maybe another after that.

Is that the faint chiming sound of an Anima tree in the distance? Perhaps you can seek your destiny there.

Perhaps the Goddess will speak to you.

First thing's first. Grab the Cloudblade...