The fall of one civilization provides the nourishment for the birth of another.
He awakens in a new era, solely to complete the mission he once failed to accomplish.
Decaying nations, a benevolent king, an age of chaos, a wretched world, and twinkling stars...
The stars fall, and civilizations rise and fall. Civilization began because of it, and began because of him, yet also ended because of him. It brought prosperity, but also calamities without end... Giving hope is difficult, but despair comes easily. He and she brought about everything in the future, and yet they also brought about everything.
I come from a bygone age, awakening here with a "torch" in hand. I am both new life and destruction.
She comes from a newborn civilization, carrying grief and hope. She becomes a tiny spark, burning this rotten world.
And "It"... knows everything, watching those called "civilization" with the indifference of a god, without the slightest stir.
Yet only he can attract Its attention.
