The aquatic atmosphere rolls uneasily overhead, spraying pearls of water into the misty air resting on its back. Darkened forms glide above the ocean floor, the masters of flight in a thickened sky of salt - birds with teeth and gills that sense traces of blood and flock with the unifying force of hunger. Bones that have long been picked clean, bleached and naked, illuminated irridenscently in the moonlight, burried in the sands of restless waters, erased from time...disconnected from the past and lost amist the events that had befallen them. Yet, there is one who can read them. One who has the power, the magic, the insight to peer through the shroud of mystery that surrounds and interpret the tragedy of their demise. He is as silent and ellusive as the speechless bones, diving beneath the waters and touching upon the history of those who have died, feeling their pain, releasing it through his own life, and setting them at peace. He has insight beyond explaination, beyond reality, beyond our world. He is the Forseer.