Blink. Did you feel it? He's there. Untouched, resigned, quiet, sleeping...he exists. A relic. An artifact of ancient times that have faded into the folds of aged, moth-ridden tapestries, of golden times that were mirrored in golden goblets, reflected in the flawed armor of valient knights who strode into the dawn and vanquished danger. Vanquished his kind. Sometimes the smallest bottles contain the greatest strenghts. Sometimes the smallest lives contain the greatest mysteries...dare you unlock the lid?