Dear Civilization, Modern World, 21st Century:

My story starts approximately one hundred years ago, with a gate. This gate separated fact and fiction. It was the border between this world that we know and the fantasy land of Amestris. A black line, if you will. If you had asked me about it, I would've said that not only was the line fictional, it was also so distinct that there was no way around it. But after one fateful occurrence, that same line kept getting blurrier and blurrier, until I could no longer tell what was fiction- and what was, in Truth, fact.

I swear upon the word of Truth that every word recorded here is true, written and compiled by my dear friend Karma Hope, with help from those of us who witnessed these encounters firsthand, yet can never return to tell of our adventures ourselves.

You may only see this as fiction, as I would have if things had not turned out the way they did. That's okay. All you need to know is that the Truth is out there, always watching, always waiting, until it finds the correct moment to pounce.

Yours Truly,

Karmyn Dallas, Amestris, 20th Century