"The echelons of fear swallowed the true, and no vision of life or death could escape the horrid abyss of forgetfulness. Ignorance crept into the blood of the children and the world grew dull. As night will follow upon day, so will truth follow upon lie and victory upon defeat. In the shadows now there are gestures and signs. Birds from the north carry foreboding bones in their beaks. They remember the time before time, and the gifts that require gratitude. In the deep wells of their eyes burns a fire of remembrance, that one day the voice will once more echo through the temple of the fire. Inside the tree, the legacy will forge the generations of the great outside. On the plains of the risen stones words unspoken never fade."
- Scripture of Epsilonia