In the world of the Grey Sun, nothing grows naturally anymore. These are "Genesis Spheres," each one packed with enough biological potential to terraform a continent. The figure in the mask is the last "Grave Tender," an ancient servant cursed to guard the seeds until the "True Sun" returns. They aren't looking up; they are listening to the infinitesimal sounds of life trying to break through the hard, grey shells, and praying that this year isn’t the year they have to harvest another "failed batch."
