Stories of the lost ribbon

Ribbon one, ribbon two, ribbon three and ribbon four. Lost in the space and time. Can't seem to get out, fading in and out between the lakes of the dark moon that once rose up not so long ago. Dark screeches from the far echo of the side of the edge that has no end. Who is trying to speak, who is trying to be free. Evil all around, remember that. There's no stoping it unless you try and make change.