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Born in the late 1970's as the daughter of a rich winery owner, Emma Wielant suffered early loss of her mother as a child and later her father during her late teens. Denied her inheritance, she enrolled into a nursing school in order to support herself, only to overwork herself into illness. While recovering at a resort in southern France, she experienced some sort of supernatural or spiritual event, causing her to develop an interest in anthroposophy and the supernatural. It is at this point, Emma starts her career as a poet and at some point began the epic poem the Epitaph of Twilight which was only available on her personal website.

One day while attending an anthroposophy seminar, she meets a German programmer named Harald Hoerwick who instantly falls in love with her. Alas his love is unrequited, as she is only interested in him professionally for his skills. They worked together for an unknown length of time, until one day, she dies in a car crash on her way to meet him. She died with Harald still hopelessly in love with her and with the Epitaph of Twilight unfinished. On her headstone, presumably Harald leaves the following epitaph:

"The hand that spun a legend will also become a legend itself."

Not soon after her death, the unfinished Epitaph of Twilight, which recently become popular in many fan-circles, is removed from her website. Due to the inevitability of time and the nature of the internet, the original whole text has been lost, with it being frequently modified or fragmented into excerpts.

In his grief, Harald decides to create a tangible expression of his love for Emma, a virtual daughter named Aura. He creates the AI Morganna, disguised as Fragment, a MMORPG based on Epitaph of Twilight. Presented to CC Corporation, together they developed it into what will be known as The World.

And thus, Emma Wielant indeed became the stuff of legend, as players delve deep into the mysteries surrounding the connection between the Epitaph of Twilight and the unusual occurrences happening in the The World.

Unknown where the Cursed Wave was born...
After the stars doth cross the heavens...
The sky in the East doth darken.
And air doth fills with mourning.
From the chosen land beyond the forest,
A sign of the Wave comes.
Riding the Wave is: Skeith, the Shadow of Death,
to drown all that stands.
Mirage of Deceit, Innis,
Betray all with the flawed image,
and did aid the Wave.
And by the Power of Magus,
a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens,
and creates a new Wave.

With the Wave, Fidchell,
the power to tell the dark future,
hope darkens, sadness and despair rule.
Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave.
Macha seduces with the sweet trap.
Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can.
Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy.
And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave.
Only a void remains.
From deep within the void arrives Corbenik.

Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark, has raised finally her army.
Apeiron, King of Light, beckons...
At the base of the rainbow they meet.
Against the abominable "Wave," together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power - all now to droplets turned in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing, this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowless one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.

The wife buffeted by "waves" turns her back on the field.
The daughter that waited for the shadows repeated,
"For sure... For sure I can go home."
But the girl did not know...
The truth that waited at the end of the journey
The eternal mourning of her land.

In the place of the calamitous, only life was known.
After the circling stars
When the eastern dark void, the air full of despair
In the depths of the divided forest, in the land of Karma,

Riding fast on the path is Skeith
Bearing death's shadow, it eliminates all that seek to thwart it.
The Confusing Mirage, Innis
Deceives those that see it with illusions, rescues the waves

The wave soaring high, when its head is smashed,
A new wave will emerge
To become Magus's power.
When questioning the wave,
Hope's light will be lost when he speaks of the dark future of where
sorrow and resignation reign.
Using Fiddlehiem's Technique

When engulfed by the Waves of Calamity, Gorre will plan
The sweet snare of conciliation is Macha
The Waves, an exceeding maelstrom
Nothing can escape

When you think you have escaped, Tarvos exists
To destroy those with his exceeding cruelty
Upon violent requital, only to remain is the void, the vacant darkness
is the harbinger that Corbenik is to appear.

-Emma Wielant