"Greetings, my child. I am Hieronimus, the Chronicler, and I wish to ask for your help. Do not worry about not remembering anything from before. Memories are a rare commodity nowadays. Let me share some of mine..."

"..I was there too. Old Hieronimus the Chronicler, with the volumes of the History in front of me, forever in the making.

And then ... silence. Silence and emptiness. The Eternal Palace was gone, and with it everything I have ever known - my family, the Higher Powers and all their Directions, too."