You're new, here I assume,
reading this on a wooden tome.
Here I must explain to you,
How Proelefsi came to be our home.
The men of time long past went thereto,
their appearance on this island is time's epoch
We count days by twenty-four hours, years by the origin
So our Ancient Builders are what make YF-Zero.
Surviving turned thriving, campfires made way for homes,
Ancients crafted, invented, made tomes from moans,
and their eyes set on on the islands above and depths below,
the builders sealed their fate with ambition and abandon.