In the Age of Suffering, The world was unformed, shrouded by barriers A land of big cakes, violins, and everlasting Incubators
But then there was Magic And with Magic came Disparity. Hope and Despair, life and death, and of course… Energy and Entropy.
Then, from the Entropy, They came And found the Souls Gems within the magic.
Mami, the first of the dead. The Witch of Walpurgis, and her familiars of chaos. Sayaka, the Lord of Music, and her faithful white knights. And the furtive Poorfag, so easily forgotten.
With the Strength of Mahou Shoujo, they challenged the Incubators.
Sayaka's mighty blades peeled apart their white flesh The witch weaved great earthquakes Mami unleashed a miasma of tea and cake
And Kyubey betrayed his own, and the Incubators were no more Thus began the Age of Magic
But soon, the Magic will fade, and only Entropy will remain
Even now, there are only sparkles, and mahou shoujo see not light, but only endless Walpurgis nights And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Witch's Kiss.
"Yes, indeed. It is called Mitakihara, where the transitory lands of the Mahou Shoujo converge. In venturing North, the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words:
'The Magic fades, and the Goddess goes without a throne. When the Law of Cycles is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing Her followers from their graves:
Kyoko, Saint of Kazamino, The alien undead legion, the Incubators, And the reclusive lord of the illusory world, Homura the Demon.
Only in truth, the followers will abandon their thrones, and the Kissed One will rise.
Nameless, accursed child, unfit even to be a Witch. And so it is, that entropy seeketh energy.'"
