Some centuries ago, the entities called Gods landed on a lonely planet. There they found Mortals, living their short, little lives. The Gods manifested themselves, asking for prayers and giving relief, power and salvation in exchange. Millennia before their Arrival, mortals clutched their hands in prayer, begging. Those prayers were the seeds from which the Primeval Idols sprouted. Idols made of stone, wood and bone.  Idols made of despair, fear, and hope. The pages you are going to read are nothing but small windows opened briefly on the lives of those who prayed. Those mortals who became Heralds to the Primeval Idols.