Prologue

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TERROR: Tell me once more, Elders, of humanity's plight.

Of the land that bore them life, abundant, empty.

Speak of the compassionate one, commit her to memory.

Of the terrors that rose, sleepless in our endless dream.



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Without warning, it arrived. A sudden shudder so fierce it rattled the bones and sunk hearts with dread. An overwhelming event. Watch, don't speak as walls crack, roofs crumble and the reliable earth splits apart. In the wake of this devastation, all poignant screams are muted by this unearthly groan. Truly this must be how it all ends.

Yet, there lies a memory, a fixation. A man races across this shifting terrain. He manoeuvres his way through as the earth bares fangs. On the visage of uprooted trees and swallowed homes there lies a maddening epitome of humanity's will to survive. A man races across this shifting terrain and a young girl is in his arms.

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