Fierce waves surge across the land in the eye of the storm.
The footsteps of the ancestors have crossed every sea.
Stars fall from the sky.
The sages embark on a great journey.
The breeze of Cloud Meadow blows gently.
The call for unification sounds once more.
The development of the Rainforest brings blessings to the empire.
But who knows how many people have been laid to rest for it?
Why was the Holy City destroyed?
The twins' tears congeal.
A foul wind sweeps across the Wasteland, heralding a sorrowful past.
The warriors' battle cries still echo across the land.
The ancestors of the Vault hang their heads in dismay.
Black water surges without end from the drainage outlets.
