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A solemn cemetery lay beneath the foggy sky. Gravestones were lined up in an orderly manner, as if they were waiting to be visited. An old man who seemed to be in his fifties, but was legally in his eighties, but whose true age was unknown to the public stood before one of these gravestones. All was quiet, and the only distinguishable feature within the place of mourning was the old man himself. Later on, he decided to break the silence with some unheard monologue.

[color=goldenrod]"Ah, it's been a long time, Matt. You were a rebellious child, weren't you?"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"I remember when I asked you to eat your vegetables. My desire was for you to grow up to become a strong and robust man. Like me, of course!"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"But you refused. And what started with mere stringbeans ended up with your estrangement from me. Fate would continue to provide for you in its own mysterious ways. In the end, you would die by my hands."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"But you never knew who I was, didn't you?"[/color]

Just then, a mysterious figure hiding within the confines of his hood appeared behind the old man. 

[color=goldenrod]"Visitors? I don't get those very often. Be my guest."[/color]
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The old man would later be located within a shrine, in the company of a man sporting medieval-age military armor and a woman wearing something that looked like a blue dress.

[color=00aeef]"A being cloaked in the darkest of night. Ahh.. now that was quite the tale wasn't it? Nay to mention that one caught me in quite the moment. But pray tell, whom are you two in this... realm of the gods? I am Dezuel Incarnus, wielder of Astralus, leader of ELF."[/color]

The man in armor offered a curt bow. 

"Greetings, Sir Incarnus. I am Clara Witherfield. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The old man had decided to make his way out of the shrine after his soon-to-be companions had offered their greetings. He gave a polite nod at the old man about to enter, who didn't elicit a surprised expression due to his approacher's less strange attire. After having made his way out, he studied the appearance and structure of the shrine.

"Please do not be alarmed. We're just,.. three lost strangers. Y-yes, that's it. So it would be much appreciated if you can point us on the direction of the nearest village."

Just then, the old man made his way back into the shrine, joining the other old man and the two other otherworldly beings. He gave out a deep laugh, which would probably remind the other three people of Santa Claus, if they had ever heard of such a story.

[b][color=goldenrod]"Ho ho ho! This so called 'world of worlds' is simply the country known as Japan! Its rich culture speaks for itself!"[/color][/b]

[@Hammerman] [@Dezuel]