I rip through these pages with the Hunger.
The stories, the people, the essence.
They give me the ability to love my world.
I look around the land of Pangaea
and I see the cracks in our perfect civilization.
My people can not see the angels and demons
that tear at our society.
Already I see that the differences between us
that should be celebrated
are now the very things causing our utopia’s
This man that I keep hearing about named Chaos,
he is aware of this as I am.
My people needs the stories to keep him
from getting into their heads…