The Mountains Call

In an ancient era, the flame of civilization has not yet grown strong;

On the primordial Morda Cold Plains, the cosmic evil gods spread their tentacles wantonly through the void;

Nature spirits curl up in place, preserving the little power they have in the shadows.

I come from the other shore, bringing the torch of civilization;

The tide of ignorance and folly follows close behind, and the foul, decayed starry sky opens its eyes;

I will tear open the shackles of flesh and blood and pierce the limits of spirit and thought;

Foreigners will never be slaves!

—A passage from the Traveler's Notebook