Do you recall a time when the world was vast and uncharted?
When days could pass without another person seen?
When civilization was young and fractured?
Do you remember those days?
In those days, the world spun unerringly forward,
Singing a song that became life…
Isn’t it something? How the world has become smaller…
Nations rise from the ground and house the multitudes…
Knowledge and Magic are but playthings to those whom dwell here.
In these days, however… something is missing…
Everything that draws breath eventually turns to dust…
Returning to the song of life, their essences weaving into the harmony…
But what if that song where to come to an end?
But what happens when harmony becomes cacophony?
Lamenting in song, a sorrowful light spreads over the lands,
Illuminating wherever life dwells.
The world has indeed become smaller, hasn’t it?
There is no place unscathed by the hands of people.
And the result of prosperity isn’t always another voice to the song…
When the curtains begin to fall, those whom raise their voice in song will be heard once more.
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