Aeons in the darkness
Born of the temples of light
Descendants, ancestrals
Fled to the woods in the night
Their minds like machines
Sculpted the realms of magic
And for years they ruled
With the power of the arcana

Aeons in the sunlight
Enjoying the splendor of peace
The silence was broken
By the rising new races of Gaia
Unintelligent and brutish
We must destroy the blight
So they summoned a great meteor
to restore our planet to light

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