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 -