The world only has one constant, and that is it is consistently changing. The world you knew yesterday becomes anew with new tales to be told. Legends live and die, and are born anew. Gods clash and the very fabric of the world is torn. "Who are you...?" Horror struck brown eyes gazed at the stranger before him, but he was no stranger. "Obviously I'm you." The man so alike to him smiled crudely, a smile Wilbur never seen himself use, but he knew deep in his soul the man spoke the truth. "I must say... I never imagined I could ever look so weak. Foolish Wilbur, you have no idea of all the secrets being held from you."