Glowing and blazing. In the wind of times. Ever lit. Searching and fathoming. . The fire's arcane. Consuming flames. Sparks to imbue. Our very souls. .
We set forth. A retinue. With steed and cart. So we roved the land. . Stealthily. Sailed out to find. To find new shores. As the passage led. . Set sail, ye hearts.
Welcome to the land of questions. Welcome to the isle of lore. Where the veil came crumbling down. . There it all began, the germination. Unveiling a cryptic door.
Is it not ironic. How your favorite dread. Is the matrix in which you were formed. The unfathomable dark. Of a realm arcane and burrowed far below. . The grain sprouts deep from 'neath the soil.
I, the vermin. The leader. The failure. . Brother. I shall not weep. When you meet your doom. Not again shall I be your savior. . This nation is moribund.