Uru: Ages Beyond Myst (2003)

Yeesha: Have you heard of the city? The deep city of the ancient Uru? Where there was power to write worlds? For thousands of years, the city lived! Lived beneath the surface. Keeper of the secret, keeper of the power, keeper of the Ages. Always keeping… the city grew proud. And then it died.

Yeesha: Shorah. Rekooahn treCleft preniv legloen b'rem… Oh, yes, not in D'ni, you won't understand… once again the stream in the Cleft has begun to flow. We strived for so long… the water's flowing in from the desert. The storm is coming.

Yeesha: The water flows where it moves. It seeks it's own path, and control, except that it flows downward, always downward. […] The water flows downward… and there, in pools it collects. And finally, once again, it reaches the roots, and a tree begins to grow again.

Yeesha: Many paths led me to this place. The path of my great-grandmother, bringer of destruction. The path of my grandfather, rebuilder of pride. The path of my mother, writer of dreams… and my father. My dear father… the caretaker of burdens. And I knew that at the end of such great paths must lie a great purpose.

Yeesha: They came thousands of years ago, seeking the shelter of the caverns to return to leastness. They found solace in their smallness in the dark. So did I. But light is powerful in the darkness.

Yeesha: The powerful need controlled fortresses and garrisons to guard their power, and soon the guarding is yet another thing to be proud of! Layers within layers built to preserve their ages and their pride from the weak and least who might attack from without! And yet… it is from the within that most nations fall.

Yeesha: It is the whispers and murmurs that reveal the truth.