On the Eve of the Fourth Millenium
a slowly-building civilization, struggling out of the rubble of the Drowning, was crushed beneath the scepter of a powerful and repressive Church.
But on the Eve of the Fourth Millenium
the sound of a magical pipe was heard, and the air was filled with songs of freedom and enlightenment.
And on the Eve of the Fourth Millenium
the Boy appeared, bringing the gift of sacrilege, a harbinger of the future, heralding the arrival of the White Bird of Dawning.
It is the coming of a New Age….
A glorious future bearing the presents of the past!