EXORDIUM
Gatekeeper!
We have traveled too far and lost too many to turn back!
Surrender your blade!
That will never happen, Son of Man.
My people starve! We wage an endless war!
I must have it! It is our only hope!
Then abandon hope and return.
The Bloom is beyond the grasp of Men.
It is only sorrow.
[Gatekeeper] O, Son of Man...
It means nothing.
Why do nothing?
Men live and die, empires rise and fall
and you hold sway over the very night itself?
What is night?
What is Man?
Nothing.