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Humanity laid on the verge failure.
The smaller our number grew.
The gods hid away.
Out in the far parts of the world.
The storms blew on a cold and bitter night.
The goddess of Love
The god of Hate.
Had made amends back in the initial days of the war.
There they started anew.
Two infants began to grow.
They each had grew a symbol on their heads.
The Okan symbol for the red and black hair boy.
On the other Green and Red the symbol of Kana.
They held each other close in the dark.
The evil hath taken everything but their childern.
On the eve of the new day they looked out.
A patch of cherry blosssoms hath begun to grow.
A new hope hath begun.
Maybe the world can be saved.
Maybe it is doomed.
Far off the distance the evil has now taken shape.
They call it Uia and Hano.
The name of it comes from a god of their own.
Konno.
