In the midst of forests and stone…
surrounded by a river.

Tones of bass flow.
They vibrate the bones.

Something happened.
Those who witnessed it cannot erase it from memory.

Above this place, a sign appeared — at the full moon.
A kind of neon glow.

And then everything began to become real.

He sensed what had to be done, yet he was not certain.
An energy, one he was more sensitive to than others, guided him…

Even Marduk, who controlled these tones at that time…
was witness to it.

The Mediator.

The one pushed away by those closer to the VOID…
and by those who, deceived by the VOID, listened to it.

An inner whisper passed through his mind.

“Find the place.
Build the altar.
Gather the people.
Seek those who are gifted with magic…”

Magic has many forms…