In an age before memory, when shadows stretched endlessly and the sky cracked its last light, the world teetered on the edge of forgetting. Like a flickering flame consumed by the void, all that once was--memories, whispers, and the old truths--began to fade. And as the world forgot itself, it slipped silently into the hands of a darkness older than time, where nameless terrors waited to claim what was left.  --s 50