"Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a planet called Earth and it's inhabitants were called humans."

"And they were big, scary monsters, with only two arms."

"Now Ravael, don't upset your brother. These people may have looked strange but they were a wonderous society. The created what they called art."

"What is art?"

"Art, Meivol, is something that is created with only the purpose of being looked at."

"Why would they make something like that?"

"It is what kept them going, if they didn't create art they would die."

"Is that we they extinguished themselves?"

"No Ravael, they still created art but there were those among them who wished to rule."

"Like Ruler Kronchan?"

"Yes, but these people were cruel. They wanted to control their art, but the people didn't want that. They all fought. And they made a big weapon that they couldn't control. When it exploded it killed everyone."

"Why didn't they move planets?"

"Because they were dumb like you."

"Ravael don't insult your brother."

"Yes, giver."

"They never made star travel, so they were trapped."

"that's sad"

"Yes it is, Meivol. It is always sad when good creatures die."