The sun rises on yet another day. A golden light washed out to a bleak yellow by the haze of smoke that fills the sky. Somewhere in the distance the cries of a bird pierce the silence.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here...

Would you take the chance to do it all over again?

Never forget your treat of Three. Or forever lost in the wood you be!

A Story of Etherian During the Second Age, Known as the Age of Dreaming. By Michael Fay

"You mean on Hoth?!"

The young man sat quietly in his room. The tears drying on his cheeks, his hands no longer shaking.

The cool autumn air threatens to become chilly, and the clouds moving in from the west promise a long, miserable, and wet night. You grumble quietly as you hear the first, far off, peals of thunder...