Karass: A Gathering Of Souls - Paperbook

Prologue:

The forest waited. Countless raindrops fell on its moss floor, feeding the green carpet laced with ferns and studded with acorns. Generations of birds sang songs, built nests, raised their young, and sent them off to fill the forest’s vast expanse.

Endless suns and moons rose over the rolling wave of treetops. Still, it waited. It wasn’t time that passed. It was patterns of light and darkness, weaving an unbroken tapestry.

The forest knew, however, that once again the moment was approaching when they would arrive, and it would both host and hide them while they planned.

Time was running out. Not the time that sifts through a timer or is set by a watch. No, this time was different. This was actual time. The time that exists without a measurement but still contains the expectation of an experience, a happening, a choice, a calling, a mission set in motion.