We roamed the stale, cold world... No horizon in

The rulers of old, stripped, of pride and glory.

If feels as yesterday that we were turning the wheels of progress.

Until the frost... stopped it all. Suddenly, without a warning.

When tides are changed, they changed for all of us. No matter the class.

We've lost our will to snow. And with it, the last traces of humanity.

We bid farewell to plenty. And for those who remained, came the time to adapt.

We decided to leave our homes, and head North.

We roamed for weeks, maybe months. Leaving behind, all the things we once believed had made us.

It was Hope, that pushed us forward. Slowly... Step by Step...

We knew the cost of our journey, and we paid the price. A hundred times.

Finally, the time has come... to built the last city on earth!