Enoch clasped his hands together and grandly announced, "And so ended the age of the Luminious, and their unending order with the death of the last light of Lumina, and the darkness was born, ever expanding, infinite, and in that darkness a new power was created, and it was Chaos."
Suddenly, Enoch cocked his head to the side, "You are being especially quiet, Rowan. Did my tale entrance you so deeply that you forgot to speak? Or is there something else going on that I am missing out on?"
Rowan shrugged, "You have given me more to think about in a single moment than I have ever had to contemplate before. You will have to forgive me if I reserve my thoughts for more… suitable moments."
"Ah, is that so?" Enoch paused and then he blinked slowly, "Well, I guess a story like mine is the sort you don't hear every day, but I am approaching the end of it, and the beginning of everything you know. Tying the nonexistent past to this turbulent present."
