The Wheel of Time
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend, then fade
to myth, and are long forgot when that Age comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some,
an age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in a faraway place called. . . Randland. The wind
was not beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.
But it was a beginning.