Even the sympathetic gods were 
fearful of granting your dying request.
I appealed directly to supreme Gaia. 
In the hopes of moving her, I sacrificed 
that which was most dear to me. Strewn 
throughout the land you can see the 
shattered remains of my beloved moon, 
returned to mother earth. Gaia moves 
slowly but wisely. In the end my 
sacrifice was not in vain. Even 
splintered the prism was working 
itself into a position of power over
the last millennium, and it now 
falls upon us to destroy it forever.