The fruit of wisdom falls into the mire, while fragments of civilization build tower after precarious tower.
The races of wisdom gaze up at the stars.
Across the vast universe, countless stars shine.
They are the light of civilization, the fresh shoots of wisdom.
Yet the radiance of the Star Spirits never shines upon the mortal world. They hang high above in the heavens.
Using flesh and blood as ladders, the mighty pile up strange corpses, one upon another, and rise on tiptoe in an attempt to pluck the stars.
Is your world real?
Is it real as you believe it to be, or…
In the Fifth Era, the eyes of the Originator slowly open in the void. The countdown to the world's reboot begins…
5, 4...2, 1.
Ding-dong!
[World reboot successful]
You gaze up at the stars, and starlight suddenly spills over you. The secrets of civilization are finally revealed.
From then on, the stars pave your way toward the unreachable cosmos.
Rise above the stars!
