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From time to time, throughout the history of the ages, seemingly the hand of God has gently reached down to touch the face of the earth. Lands scattered upon the planet have been transformed, often within a relatively short period of time–even as it is measured by humankind. On occasion, through the activity of a solitary figure, hope reigns anew. In the course of events, nations rise and fall.

Time and again, one fraction of the peoples of the earth has arisen from the depths of anonymity to become a leader among nations. Often spiritual, sometimes secular, leadership has driven them towards a new direction–civilizations each attempting to reach that same glimmering vision handed down to them by their prophet.

Unable to look upon that same visionary horizon, however, humanity’s eyes became clouded. Time and opportunists took their toll and the picture became lost. In the end a nation’s leadership was forfeited and a civilization forgotten, becoming more obscure than before its miracle of transformation–lost and buried beneath the faded memories of time.

And yet, stories persist as fables. Remembered tales of hope handed down as things that might have been true. Places where the potential of humankind flourished for a time in the vast history of human endeavor.

This is one such tale . . .