The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories the become ledgends.
Ledgend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
In one age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist.
The wind was not the beginning.
There are neither beginings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.
The wind blew across the valley of the Neon-Pink Tower and a great cry arose.
"For Light's sake, who farted?"
And the voices of thousands roared the reply,
"IT WAS ULK!"

-An excerpt from the High History of the Neon-Pink Tower

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