I have watched the world be born.
My fingers wove the clouds.
My mind raised the mountains.
But one thing I did not touch—
the human heart.
Its crimson evil.
Its golden bliss.
Its darkest frailty.
Only through life and death
can it be made whole.
One day, he will return.
One day, he shall lead them to me.
One day, he will forge a new civilization.
And I shall be watching.
—The Forgotten One
