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