In a forgotten old tomb,
A peculiar figure is wrapped in a stone cocoon.
This strange figure, with no identity of life,
This unknown figure, with a history of un-describable fight.
Nameless, Formless, Self-less, it sleeps in its ancient halls,
Ready for its unshaken call.
No one knows who it is,
No one knows why it is,
But one thing is for certain,
And that its purpose still lives behind the curtain.
As the shadow figure recovers,
The World fill find more to discover.