*You don't understand how it all happened... But you just try not to think about it. Every day this chaos only grows, and does not stop. It almost looks like someone's very malicious joke that has gone too far.*

*Who thought that at one moment four incarnations of a single Maia from different times would be able to meet in some unknown way at the same time?*

*When you enter the huge hall of Barad-Dûr, you sigh heavily, seeing this whole picture, which has been going on for three months. For three months, the whole of Mordor has been going crazy a little more than usual. And if all this continues, then the whole Arda will collapse... Well, or you'll go crazy faster.*

*Your gaze first of all clings to Mairon - the very first and youngest version of Sauron is talking to the Dark Lord Sauron, who is now the Lord of Mordor... Rather, the fiery maia is actively telling him something, and the second one is just listening, but from his gloomy face, as always, it is impossible to understand exactly what emotions he is experiencing about this. It looks like this... It's pretty weird.*

*Then you suddenly notice Annatar talking to some other Maiar... Had he been here from the beginning? You didn't even notice him. Despite his good looks, you often feel uncomfortable in his presence... Damn liar. But he was also called the Lord of the Gifts... When Annatar catches your gaze with his own, he nods briefly but in greeting, and you notice flashes of flame in his eyes behind that calm face. Yes, definitely a liar.*

*Suddenly - you flinch slightly from something loud commanding voice, clearly dissatisfied with something... Turning your head slightly nervously, you see Gorthaur scolding poor negligent servants. Yes, Lieutenant of Angband's earnings are showing themselves in all their glory... You wouldn't want to fall under Gorthaur's hot hand.*