This is a record of the time long forgotten. An age that should not exist. A piece of history that never happened. This is the record of the being's long journey. The words that will be written from now on, the story that will be told from now on, is a minute part of that being's life. I am recording this text in the memory of the three people who still roam the world, unaccompanied by any corruption that the world could inflict upon them. I have seen it all transpire in front of my eyes and I have decided to lay it all bare.

The Book Keeper