Some whisper that the gods once spoke to man, that wars tore the world asunder, but men say many things. The world however, has been silent. Of course there were sounds, in the most literal sense. Creatures chittered, waves crashed against the shore, winds howled across the land, but how far could those sounds travel? The experiences that caused those sounds have traveled no further that perhaps a few towns or even a nation, but none have traversed the world in the way the old stories tell. It has been five-hundred cycles of the season, they say.
Time enough for children to grow old, building and passing on a legacy.
Time enough for cities to be founded, flourish, and fall.
Perhaps it has been time enough for the world to raise it’s voice yet again.