He is like a shadow running forward from misfortunes and enemies. To new enemies and misfortunes. He is the one who called the Lord into the world. The one who is destined to awaken dead dust in the heart of the wasteland. He is the one who WAITS. He waits, hearing the cries of those punished by the Great Mother of All That Is, the hard-hearted Ardat. For the time is coming for the destruction of boundaries. A time of fire and ashes. A time when dreams are swept away by the ruthless winds of change. Time of Shadows. The time when the Gates of Heaven open.