We are descendants of a race who sees the
departing off.
We are the seventh children of the Mother.
We are the ones who sent off the last race to
spring forth from and thrive in these ruins...
or rather, the Mother.

That's you, the last race, the eighth children,
the humanity of present day,
We are in charge of sending you all off.
All of mankind and civilization were born here.

Take this, the Mulana Talisman.
I heard that if you have this, you can get
your hands on the cursed treasure.

Well then, go see the Four Philosophers,
in your father's stead.

Our race has continued to protect the ruins,
following the teachings of
the Four Philosophers that sleep
within the ruins.

The Four Philosophers realized the Mother's
wish to return to the skies was not possible.
Instead they hope to give her a peaceful
death.

This is the conclusion that we,
the seventh children, at last settled on.
It's sad, but we gotta entrust this task to you,
the eighth children.
I guess it just goes to show... that children
will someday leave their parents.

Your father was after the Mother's crystallized
spirit, the Secret Treasure of Life.
I hope that you can obtain it in your father's
place.

Why, that's a Cog of the Soul.
It's pretty much a key that's used to perform
the forbidden art of bringing clay to life.

I think you stick it somewhere to get a
machine to move, but that's the kind of thing
that you'd expect to be forbidden so...
Maybe you shouldn't use it?


Who is it that reads this?
Is it my son? I could only hope so.
I have come this far. But the Four Philosophers did not choose
me-- I wasn't up to the task.
I could not avakcn thc Mother. I am too old.
Whoever is reading this: I pass the torch to you.
The hidden treasure, the origin of life itself lies here.
Oh yeah, and remember to turn the pover off when you've
finished reading.

Actually, I remember seeing a mura
I at the Gate of Guidance that had something
just like that.
In the mural, someone was riding a vehicle,
and stuffed that pochette right into it.