Description
Not that long ago we lived a life of contemplation. Then, the Architects arrived and destroyed the jungle. The Awakened came and tested their foul concoctions upon us. They left many of us mindless, hulking beasts, forced to work towards our own destruction.
This is our past, but it need not be our future. A group of mystics found a cure, and were preparing to administer it, but the Architects removed their essences. I have collected what was left of them. Perhaps the cure is still within them?
Upon completion
It is said that all life returns to ashes and dust. The entropy of the cosmos is a powerful force. It grinds away the just and the wicked. Though I would question the Architect's teaching methods of this truism.