El is 80 years old this year.
Since the time he could remember, he often heard his grandfather speak of their race's once glorious history.
Once, they had the largest empire in the world.
Once, they had established the most splendid civilization in the world.
However, after that disaster, their people fell from their position and were cursed, gradually declining.
El could not imagine how prosperous his people had been a thousand years ago; to him, such a golden age was like myth.
In his memory, the reality was always about hiding and drifting aimlessly...
But, his grandfather believed that everything would get better.
"El, remember, we are the great Silver Race, our decline is only temporary, once the Mother Goddess returns, our era will surely come again."
His grandfather would often say this.
El had once asked his grandfather, who is the Mother Goddess?
