The mountains are calling
In ancient times, the fire of civilization had not yet grown;
On the primordial Moda Leng Plain, the demon gods of deep space spread their tentacles wantonly;
The spirit of nature huddles in the shadows, preserving its only power.
I have come from the other side to bring the torch of civilization;
The wave of ignorance and stupidity followed, and the fishy and rotten starry sky opened its eyes;
I will tear the shackles of flesh and blood, pierce the limits of spiritual thinking;
Strangers will never be slaves!
- A Passage from the Traverser's Notes