Our world is broken. Our people are torn.

The sun no longer rises. Evening no longer falls. In the lands of endless sunlight, we fear the darkness, we forge swords, we march to war. In the shadows of eternal night, we hide, we pray, we die. Soldiers of sunlight and children of darkness--we were once one. We were torn apart. We must be one again.

We are the people of Moth. Our world must once more turn.