From the ashes of gods, the shadows were born.
To the lost and the found, the survivors of storms and the inheritors of ash. This tale is for those who carry the scars of what has been, yet dare to dream of what could be. For the children who found their strength in the deepest shadows, who learned to fight in the suffocating silence, and whose spirits, like tenacious embers, refused to be extinguished by the inferno of their past. May you find solace in these pages, a recognition of your resilience, and the unwavering knowledge that even in a world shattered, a new dawn, however faint, can eventually break. And to all those who, like a young orphan in a world of ruin, learn to forge a family from the unlikely bonds of brotherhood and sisterhood, who find purpose not in the light, but in the intricate dance of the shadows, this is for you. Your strength is a testament to the enduring human will, a defiance against the darkness that seeks to consume us all. May your paths, though carved through hardship, lead to a future you claim as your own.