When age of darkness fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when all the cities decayed to smoky ruins and the tall towers became grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of the moon, only one walked amidst the walls of the fallen people.
In the vastness of its realm, a spark of thought tried to cling to consciousness. A new being, it wasn’t sure what consciousness meant, but it desired that state. It wanted to think, to ponder its existence. Who was it? Why was it there?
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