The Old World's Memoir

The father and his son walked along the Broken Lands, the seeds of days past floating through the air.

And the son said: "Father, you said that you would tell me more today."
And the father nodded and said: "I did."

And he told him this tale.

A Song of the Old World

Artist not known

The child asked of his father: "Oh, father, what are these?"
And the father replied to his son: "Oh, son, these are the memories of the old world."
And the child asked: "The old world?"
And the father replied: "Yes, the old world."
And the child asked: "What is the old world, father?"
And the father told his son this tale.

Fear not, my child

Unable to find artist

Help comes in many ways.
Those who ask look at both,
their eyes not afraid of golden rays.
Will you choose, or like a moth
 flee to better days?