Prologue
Far up in the skies, every full moon, you can see the towers of Madness staring back. We the cult of knowledge knows and stores the past and sometimes the future. We know of how rivers once flowed on the moon and of the libraries lost to madness.

We will open the third gate to give access to the moon once more. It is dangerous but we must go, in order to end the madness. We with knowledge must close the box of Pandora.