Lost to history is a story. A story about how, in these lands, during the Age of Stone, there were three great tribes of man. The tribes of the Wolf, of the Bear, of the Bird. All were nomadic, and shared a grand dream-- a dream of discovery. But soon, a fourth tribe emerged. A dark tribe, unlike the others... one of twisted dreams -- dreams turned inside out. And with its terrible rise, so began The Age of Metal.
So, using the metal from the Forge of Worlds, the heroes reached out... with such power that everyone heard their call, and together, they cast the dark god out, and raised the Earth to its rightful place. But then they went further, with all of us at their backs, to the very limit of the Multiverse. To the Source Wall where everything ends. And before they knew it, they'd broken through to the other side. To where even greater mysteries lay waiting.
Each night I dream I am a bird. No, not a bird-- a warrior. And I dream that I can fly. Nothing holds me back. Gravity fades away and I am free, truly free. But each night this dream quickly turns into a nightmare... I am afraid. I am alone. I fall. Once again, gravity returns... and pulls me into the blackness below.
You're mad, Moz-Ga? I don't remember where I've been! I don't remember what I've done! I don't remember who I am! You don't know what mad is!
After that encounter with Hastor on that train so many years ago, Shay and I made a promise to each other. We'll accept death whenever it comes. Until then, we'll embrace life to make every day count.
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