There is a reason for history. Not random are the writings of the wise, some mere recollection of misty eyed elders, some fairy tale for children at twilight. No. No; buried somewhere in the words of yesteryear, lies everything your heart has longed to hear. There have been those more lonely than you, there have been those who have hated harder than you, those who have loved with a sacrifice you have yet to know. For those who have the soul for it, every part of yesterday, is a key waiting to be made. Hail the ghosts of the past, and the scars that remind us it was all real...