"Young hollow, how you grapple, without falter, with this dreadfully twisted world.
Peace grants men the illusion of life, shackled by falsehoods, they yearn for love, unaware of its grand illusion. Until, the curse touches their flesh, we are bound by this yoke, as true as the Dark that churns within men.

All men trust fully the illusion of life, but is this so wrong? A construction, a facade, and yet…a world full of warmth and resplendence.
Young Hollow, are you intent on shattering the yoke, spoiling this wonderful falsehood?

What do you want, truly? Light? Dark? Or something else entirely...

Many monarchs have come and gone. One drowned in poison, another succumbed to flame. Still another slumbers in a realm of ice. Not one of them stood here, as you do now. You, conqueror of adversities. Give us your answer.

There is no path.
Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark...
...what could possibly await us?
And yet, we seek it, insatiably...
Such is our fate"-Aldia