For eons, artificers have stretched the limits of possibility, giving life to the dreams raging within. Indrá sees beyond.  His dreams had lived, laughed, and loved. Until they were taken—stolen!—from him.  So he, the artificer beyond, would rebuild. And those that would stop him? Indrá welcomes them, for he is an artificer beyond time above all else, and the future need not fear the past. No, to the future, the past serves but one purpose. Fuel for an engine without cease.  Without compromise.