We live for the days to come. Too faithful for those, who struggle to find out what God is, too oblivious to realize it. Our story is a path of darkness, dense as the dust over Mekhios, luminated by dwindling blue glow. Echo of insight. Perhaps we never realy left Zorast's umbra, when angels abandoned us. But there is hope for a few, who wasn't afraid to be left alone - light of Her eyes still pierces this void - guides us to the edge, where golden rays of rising star will herald a new daybreak.