There was once a grand, unified theory of everything.

All that is left is its name...

It is a story set in the far future. Prophesy foretells impending disaster. Salavtion lay in fragments, spread among worlds, buried deep and forgotten.

Incredible stories have been passed on from one generation to the next, twisted and warped along the way. The original meanings, the concepts behind the symbolisms, have been lost to the ages.

The peoples of this age live in prosperity and have become one with their environments. They do not know war. Yet they forget the sufferings and tribulations of those who came before them... who paid dearly for the prosperity now enjoyed. The masses wield technology only a very few understand, and have become complacent. Weak.

Low hanging fruit, ripe for the harvest...