Long ago,
Amidst a scene of blood and war and death
In a place of acid lies,
of tears of wives
and the wasting of lives
Amidst the burning cities,
The ravaged farmlands,
And blazing seas
Of unending debris
A star falls from the sky
And a new sun rises high
Shrouded by a pillar of fire,
Amidst the birds that fly
A great wind sweeps through,
Leaving only dust in sight
The fires and flames burn bright
And thus the mushroom blooms
Sending everyone to their doom.
- The Historian's Tale
