relics captured in stratas for millennia have been sleeping secrets of buried scriptures are whispered through the sound of wind kingdoms or dormant splendors for millenia have been sinking speaches of buried surfaces are roaming through the seas of sand realms once back to light archa speaches are told realms brought back to sight archapolis beholded rising the fragments signs of previous lives told to the present lores of ancient times unspeakable beauties ruins of fabled places soiled testimonies of ancestor races relics captured in stratas for ages have been hidding echoes from a lost era can be heard through the sounds of wind kingdoms of radiant slendors for ages have been shining conquest of the conquerors are covered by the seas of sand unearthing the past knowledge concealed to the unborn one