Four small things, and rarely. None of them tells anyone what to do.
A world that runs on its own. It begins the way research says our kind did: a band of about thirty, with fire, worked stone, spears and speech. Every person has a brain of their own that decides what they do, and children inherit a mix of both parents' brains.
From there it is theirs. Their words drift apart. They learn to count, to write, to trade. They choose who rules them and what they believe, and over the centuries their knowledge and their faith grow into things the founders could not have imagined.
You have a light hand: rain on a place, a stillness, one answered prayer, one dream. It gathers slowly. Everything else is up to them.
The world fills the screen. Everything there is to know is in the Dashboard. No two worlds are the same.
Your world is saved only in this browser, on this device. There are no accounts, no cookies and no tracking, and this page sends nothing anywhere.
While you were away, life went on.
Keep your world, or begin this one?
Eden Live has stopped.