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In the nascent epoch of time…two magical beings. Unafraid to explore infinity. Conjured the magical realm of Illusia, the realm of spirits, spirits which, in time, materialized into the elegant forms of elves. Yet, though blessed with wisdom, a limited wisdom it was, when their alpha matter mixed with earthly elements, their being turned into flesh, the flesh suffers hunger and pain, and pain brought fear into existence. Fear brought deterioration of character and the once noble race of elves became afraid of their own shadows and looked for the light no more. After 200 thousand years. A new creature evolved from the remnants of this once-great race: the Rolliclans, cunning and agile beings dwelling in the abyssal depths of the forest.

In order for us to exist, we have to share, we cannot be afraid to be recognized and praised. As long as we speak the truth, or what we perceived as true from our perspective, we shall find the undeniable good feeling of providing progress to whatever we are.