"Like shadow's cast throughout this world they live on through the decades of decay, untouched and unforgotten. They cling to the boulevard of broken dreams as they restore hope and love, enforcing the nature of revolution. As bright as the sun that hangs in the deep blue sky, they rise...and like the blue moon that makes the stars glisten, they fall. Falling like night upon day the last breath of this planet's last hero fails, granting him the evolution of a powerful force. With a swift motion the shadow that once littered the surface of our hearts dies, leaving but one last shadow. But, I must not make the journey too quickly, for I must linger with this starting point and not rush on too soon, seeking relief from it's horror. Those who hope for hope- after an eternity- are entitled to do so only if they have measured that which has the power to obscure hope, only if they have lived in the shadow of utter denial. But between I and the fiery furnaces where they burned in the fiery pit of creation, stands the prescence of the precursors, whose presence casts a shadow as far as I can see..."