The world was whole and peaceful, and the skies were always blue.

A golden age of summers bright, of meadows green with grass,

Of glowing hearths and crystal waters - but this time has passed.

No one knows what happened, but the world was cracked and shattered -

Destroyed and left abandoned, as if none of it had mattered.

A million billion motes of dust that scattered throughout space

What had been whole was torn apart, and gone without a trace.

But...

Dust is known for gathering, and over countless ages,

The pieces came together, like a book from scattered pages.

The former world is no more, but here and there are traces -

You still can see them, if you know to look the proper places.”

excerpted from the Symphenian creation legend