Transition

Let the rain come pouring in.. We’re finally free from where we’ve been. The chains and shackles finally shook! Unhinge the dark within this book..

The cover damp with the blood of time, foretelling pain that’s kept inside. Through broken hearts and broken minds, these words engraved into our eyes. From humble days of sand and stone, to figures made of skin and bone.. To shadows made from kindred souls – cast forth upon their very thrones

And so the chapters wе embrace, thesе tales of life which death escapes.. Into the ink these ancient words – The Book of Time, it’s pages turn..