The sands of time are such a fickle creature, the once young and green mountains will bloom into grey and broken old men yet their wisdom may somehow change things. There had been many who sought the wisdoms in the world yet there are none who listen just as sound of music, yes you can play music yet the song sadly will have to end.

The end of the first age is coming, it wouldn't be long now. Can you hear it? the passing of time?

My name is Pan