In the shadows of the great forest, there was a man, who filled a vial of ink from a river of glass this river was of his thoughts and vial to free them. In the dark depths of this forest, there was a boy the very soul of this man who would collect his thoughts in a vial made of ink had been tainted to the point of corruption beyond all else in this supposedly pure world. However in this world there was once purity to be found but as in all things when the opposite is gone it becomes its previous parallel as the pure world was corrupted to become evil it is the definition of these poor people became twisted so that their suffering would become completely pure in their eyes however if one was to look at this from a normal perspective they would see evil made pure to existence.