That's what historians later called that era.

That great empire in the space between the human mind and the present world, filled up tombs, overflowing with the fountain of life.

The great army of slaughter that's never defeated, flourishing, prospering and now it's the name of peace.

But those were words of warning. The subjects wished for peace of mind, a cup of delicious poison, a slowly approaching threat, peace brought on by madness.

Words of everlasting darkness that lie in a book sealed in the distant past, unwrapping the scrolls of that book which had been documented countless years ago. The one whose heart was stolen muttered softly while closing the book.