"Stand where the roads meet and take a good look.
Ask for the ancient path—the one that leads to what is right.
Walk in that path, and you will find rest for your soul.
But many refuse and say, 'We won't go that way.'"
In the land of volradis - a city dead but most claim to be alive,the city bustling with people the noise of laughter echoes around the land- the kind that hides greed, hatred and unrighteousness.
In a dark- open park Elior looks at the reflection of the moon in a puddle of mud. Elior never had a passion for God. Never. He always thought the idea of faith and eternity was just a fluke, a mere fantasy or so he thought.
Fate had other plans for him....