All ages come and go. A new dawn gives birth to new civilizations, leading to the beginning of a new age. Memories become legends, legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten. Yet the sun will rise again, only to set as new civilizations and ages come and go. This cycle continues for all eternity as once great civilizations become forgotten past.
Each age beings anew with spring, new civilizations are born and flourish. Summer marches in and the golden age sets in. A time of Celebration, fattening, and people living life to its fullest. Then comes autumn, a deadening in preparation for what must come. The great begin to fade, magic begins to swell, darkness shows its first signs as madness begins its slow methodical march. Then comes winter and with her pain. The world is torn apart, darkness ensues, and chaos reigns supreme. This age, called the third age by some, an age long forgotten, an age yet to come, the march towards winter has begun.