We gather
around the fires in small groups, telling stories of old, trying not to focus
on the Crisis. Below us the River of Time flows through the brown land that
once was covered with lush forests. In the meantime, the Wizard and its
henchmen are drawing more and more followers by the minute, and yet, we don’t
see, or chooses not to see, the true danger.
Slowly the
Sun is setting behind the Volcanic Range, and it makes the sky burning in ominous,
brown, red and yellow. The question is: when the sun returns, what kind of
World will it shed its new light upon? Will the sun of understanding and
unification rise in time, before the Volcano erupts?
