Of thoughts and dreams do worlds come forth, through seas of shadow and fear.
At times a glimpse unseen, a whisper on the winds of destiny.
But when the seas do roll and the winds do howl, what sights will be revealed?
Will you embrace the chaos of the mind and ride the storms of thought?
Will you hide within a shell of sanity, free from dreams unclean?
Who are those who ride the waves of change?
Who are those who fight the coming storm?
The war is here.
The end is nigh.
Will you fight for the rising sun?
Will you fight for the night to end?
