God gave us a world,  
without a memory and fractured lands.

Among our people there are some that stray,  
those that challenge our beliefs,  
that our world may not only be red and withered.

Those ancients that lived before,  
left us a heavea-wax gift,  
hidden in the darkest chamber.

Not natural to these dry lands,  
it must be...  
from someplace green. 

A land where water flows and life flourishes, 
it tempts us, 
calling to abandon our ways.

Those who are willing to cross from shore to shore must, 
not go as one, but one of many.

When mountains fall, and the deserts rise. When green turns to red with the garden"s demise. When dark becomes light and light becomes dark.  
They awaken, and once again the pearl leaves its mark...

Welcome, to The Lucid Planet.