At a distant point far in the past, earlier even than the time of dragons and magic, settlers fleeing unknown plagues found themselves on the fringes of an ancient forest. They dreamt terrible nightmares of what lay inside its leafy bulwarks, and none dares to trespass on its domain. Hunters would not dare pursue game which took refuge in its embrace. Children did not even need be told to avoid the ominous wood.
As millennia passed, the settlement became a village, the village grew to a town and then a city, the forest as its boundary. The city stretched its borders as far as the eye could see in all directions save one. Then it grew even more. Rising from the fields ancient farmers had plowed, skyscrapers sought the skies the timeless trees caressed. Small dirt roads were covered over with concrete and roaring engines replaced the clip of horse hooves.
As millennia passed, the settlement became a village, the village grew to a town and then a city, the forest as its boundary. The city stretched its borders as far as the eye could see in all directions save one. Then it grew even more. Rising from the fields ancient farmers had plowed, skyscrapers sought the skies the timeless trees caressed. Small dirt roads were covered over with concrete and roaring engines replaced the clip of horse hooves.
This is where our story lies, where modern humanity borders the ancient past...
