Yamasong: March of the Hollows

- So many worlds.

So many dimensions, all teeming with life.

I move through the dimensions,

God-like but still a man.

A man gifted with great power.

I am the creator.

I am P'Torr.

I traveled across the universe,

an exile fleeing my old world.

I discovered Yamasong and planned to live there quietly,

there with my mechanical companions, my creations.

We had peace until my Hollow Children

turned on the natives of Yamasong.

Turned them into horrible machines.

Like the Gods of old I poured my anger upon my Hollows.

Crushing their plans and placing them in a prison

above the world they tried to conquer.

But one day there was an escape.

She had been created from pieces of other Hollows

on the Prison Moon.

But she was an innocent.

Unburdened by the corruption of her builder, Yari.

Because of this, she bypassed the barriers I created

and fell to the planet below.

By chance she met a native of Yamasong.

A Terrapin warrior who became her guide and companion.

They traveled the wondrous world together for a short time.

Now they are separated but their bond is not severed.

A new kind of being, part living, part mechanical.

When she returned to the Prison Moon

she discovered that her incredible journey had changed her.

Now, in her mechanical chest was beating a patchwork heart,

and she saw with new eyes.

The eyes of her Terrapin friend.

Such strange miracles, where will they take us?

The Prison Moon.

An instrument of punishment, an act of rage and guilt

built to house my mechanical creations.

Their sentence for trying to conquer the world,

forever teased with a view of Yamasong.

Always out of reach.

- Your mother Yari wishes to speak to you.

- So my child, my precious daughter, you have secrets now?

- Who could keep a secret from you mother dear?

You did well my child.

You found your way to the world below.

Perhaps one day you will help us return with you.

- I don't rightly know what happened to me, or how.

Well, no matter.

Go rest darling.

Perhaps one day.

- Murky darkness, here they hide.

The Tricksters.

An ancient enemy of Yamasong sending soot storms.

Thousands of formless, angry souls

to ravage the beautiful world.

The storms seek to feast on flesh,

on the creatures of the planet below.

Hey wait up.

Got you.

Hmm?

Stop!

Huh?

Go inside everyone.

Close the doors, close the windows, hurry.

Hurry, the storm is here.

Shoujun!

Shoujun!

Oh these mountains, so cold.

I'm so far from the warm shores of home.

Try to stay warm little friend.

Hello!

Which way back to the warm comforting sea?

Ah, my thanks.

Unbelievable.

These Terrapin are getting bold.

What is this one doing on our lands?

Hey Geta, are you going to listen to me?

Or do I have to rip your play friend to pieces?

Calm down brother Brujt.

You can't let small things get to you.

If you can't keep your temper now,

what will you do is something bad happens?

- Maybe it already has, see that Terrapin?

Ah, maybe he's just lost.

Ho, ho, ho!

Be careful big brother.

Your relatives are harder to hide from than intruders.

Think about who's more dangerous.

Enough horseplay Geta.

Let's see what the Terrapin is up to.

Perhaps we've found a sacrifice.

- Hey, nothing to worry about girl.

We'll be back in familiar land before long.

You're trespassing friend.

- The great gyroscope,

the heart of the Prison Moon.

Nani comes here to listen to the rhythm of vast machine,

to draw comfort from its lulling motion.

- I wish I could float in the ocean

and watch from afar.

Rocked by it's rhythms.

Yet there's no water on this moon.

- Now that her mechanical body

has its own heart, she feels a kinship with the machine.

The other Hollows are not allowed in this room by my design,

but Nani was never part of my plan.

A patchwork heart.

The gyroscopic mechanisms of the Prison Moon

were never meant to contain a beating heart.

What's going on?

- The time is near that we return to rule the world below.

Through the actions of our dear sister Nani,

the ships orbit has been disrupted and we fly to Yamasong.

Our triumphant return is at hand.

Nani may be too young to remember,

but the rest of you, the rest of you remember our glory,

our rule, or should I say our service to the world below.

We will walk free again

and we will make everything right again.

Are you with me sisters?

Nani, there is such potential in you.

- All praise Hollow Goddesses,

all praise Hollow Goddesses.