It is dark, dark as it always has been and always will be. There is no light, but from the lanterns and candles of the people. There is no twilight, no dawn. Shadows do not move. The sun does not rise or set on the land of Zarif, for there is no longer a sun in the sky. The sun has become but a legend and a mystery, and the face of the moon is hidden from all. El's curse lies over the land. Long ago, the people turned away from the light of his love, and now they live in darkness. The Nameless One, the ruler of fear, now governs the people, and no one dares defy him openly. Few still believe in El. Only a mere handful still acknowledge him as God, creator. The people must choose whom they will serve. They will be shown the love of El, and the great pain they have caused him. Soon they will learn to love him.