When it all began
Nine worlds were created,
Secret universes
Diverging in their figures
From disparate beliefs
Where time observed the sinners.
Impermeable boxes are our dreams
Inserts of the mind
That betray the memories.
At Imagon you can hear them
Be they sweet or be they bitter
Like immortal traps that glitter.
Nemus rises between roots
Gleaming, wild and vicious wood
Lingering for eternity.
Loud are the voices of the innocents
They pervade your mind deep inside
Sucking you into a world in disguise.
Mendax is the hidden hamlet,
Of deceitful fascination
Here the lies act just like friends
No oppression in transgression,
They perform like noble queens
Ruling with evil perfection.
Happy are the falling tears
And smiles appear slightly severe,
Alius thrives on exceptions
Enjoys authenticity
Where hate is flawless love
Words are flying like a dove.
Cold are the people here
But not those in flesh and blood,
However souls that wonder
Where their family is gone.
Only in Umbra you can find
Sitting ghosts since they died.
And what if madness
Was just a creation,
An ingenious charade
That misleads attention?
In Amentia you won't find
Someone judging what you have in mind.
Artem shines with many colours
And absorbed by virtuous chorus
With a thousand lucious sounds
That embrace the earth and sky.
Through the roads you will see
Written poems on cherry trees.
Into darkness we have come
and there's no trace of any light,
Only white big crystal cones
Some go up, some go down.
Hypogeum is what it's called
This godforsaken world.
Solum is our protagonist
Abundant, fertile land,
The beginning of a story
That has a tragic end.
- From the annals of the Chronicles of Solum -