A poetic handbook that passionately calls for unwavering nostalgia and longing for the Era Chrysea.
"Back to Era Chrysea" Handbook
To this day, we still weep for that resplendent Era Chrysea— The homeland we long for in our restless dreams. Now, Strife's pointed arms pierce its smooth joints, And Trickery's profanities tarnish its solemn visage. Its noble form, entombed beneath the River of Souls, Is barred from the world by the Titans of Calamity.
O great sky father, slumbering Throne of Worlds who upholds the Dawn, Have you sown the seeds of a merciful prophecy, To guide that gilded age back to our side? We can only offer it the purge of Calamity and show of piety. The warriors shall split Strife's pointed arms and burn away Trickery's profanities; The warriors shall, too, vanquish the Tyrant in the River of Souls, And cleanse the cold bones of death, and from therein lift a past reborn —
That future past is you, Era Chrysea, The homeland in our restless dreams. You adorned the boundless sky, earth, and sea with untainted gleam. You guided humanity's path with Gate and Scale, And gently stashed thousands of tales behind the Veil. With your kiss, lovers and true bonds from this earth you create, Under your witness, the all-knowing father blessed all with jovial fate.
Sky father above, we never sought that illusive afterlife — We weep only for that resplendent Era Chrysea, For it is our homeland to which we must return.