It was rumored among the youths that a great civilization had once dwelt outside the walls. A vast collective of peaceful beings. Majestic and glorious, the sound of whose voices could feed an entire nation. It was rumored that the Anadhara had formed a sect bent on their destruction, and had for the most part succeeded, but that there remained some alcoves where these creatures could be found. It was rumored, but rarely had anyone dared find out from their parent’s generation.