Kaim continued his long journey...
A dizzying number of years and months flowed by: years and months during which numberless wars and natural calamities scourged the earth. People were born, and they died. They loved each other and were parted from the ones they loved. There were joys beyond measure, and sorrows just as measureless. People fought and argued without end, but they also loved and forgave each other just as endlessly. Thus was history built up as the tears of the past evolved gradually into the prayers for the future.
"I do think, though, that there are probably things in this world that you can remember even if you haven't actually experienced them. Like the earthquake: I haven't forgotten it. And I'm not the only one. It may have happened two hundred years ago, but nobody in this town has ever forgotten it. We can't imagine it, but we can't forget it, either."
Just as Kaim nods again to signal his understanding of the tavern keepers words, a somber melody echoes throughout the square. This is the hour when the earthquake destroyed the town.
All the people assembled here close their eyes, clasp their hands together, and offer up a prayer, the tavern master and Kaim among them.
To Kaim's closed eyes come the smiling faces of his dead wife and daughter. Why are they so beautiful and so sad, these faces that believe with all their hearts that tomorrow is sure to come?
- Lost Odyssey