We see in dreams the shadows of an ancient world, that died before the people of the Earth had drawn even a single breath. They spill, sometimes, into the waking world, roaming as phantom beings of no real substance. No more than ideas, immaculate and purposeless, they vanish as quickly as they are conceived.

And so it has happened since the first age of humans, and so it won't continue into the next.

Welcome to Anima.