The new world

It has taken shape, this new world of which I write.

It exists now, has borders, vegetation, inhabitants, cultures, life.
Its name is still undecided for now (it originally went by Solis, but I believe that name will change).
There are four continents.
This land began as a small seed, planted in a small expanse of earth that resided in a world of water.
This seed, the Deep Seed, was planted by the 3 Sawani (3rd syllable gets the stress, sa-wan-EE), the beings that cultivated and nurtured the seed as it blossomed, creating life.
The Deep Seed was formed by the Great Spirit (still unnamed) and sent down from the heavens along with the Sawani to form the land.
From the Deep Seed came all that is, and all that could be.
The seven Sages were born of the seed, along with all other races, vegetation, land, animals, and all life.
All is still unfolding on the pages, but this is where it will take place.

Just an update. Seth knew some of this, but there is new stuff as well.
Any questions, let me know.

Pools

Pools of light poured through the windows of Mazlow's thirty-second story office. He squinted against the glare, forcing himself to look at the blueprints laid out in front of him. He tried to focus.
His view shifted to the picture of his family on the desk, their cheerful smiles bringing one across his own face. They were the reason he kept working - day in, day out - assembling some of the finest architecture the world had ever seen. It never seemed enough.
He loosened his tie. The sunlight's rays forced the air conditioning into a battle for dominance.
Mazlow's brow began to sweat, but it wasn't because of the heat. He took one last look at the photo, and stood up.
Walker would be here any minute.