...ruins of the heart... Running through the forest in an flat-out sprint, away from the shadows of memories which haunt the ancient territory like spirits... you run... they are imprinted into the very being of this land... but you run, because you do not know they are just memories.... the strongest, and most vivid, are of love, and rage, two wild emotions which can never be captured.... except in memories... these memories cling to the place... and you run... away, but deeper into times past... You freeze... a shadow has eyes... golden eyes which watch you like they can see inside of you... :You run from the memories which I protect, child... You mustn't run, child... You must learn of this past of which I guard... You must.: The words spoken in your mind by the bearer of the golden eyes beckons you to follow her... Her? Yes... her, the mind-voice was feminine... She is unthreatening, more motherly, and sad, than anything... and you follow her as she glides through the underbrush...