Every noble discourse and fragment of cosmic wisdom has been gathered by the sages of antiquity, yet he who cannot reach the highest boughs of that fruitful tree may still find refuge beneath its shade, building a humble pedestal beside the great cypress of epic memory so that a lasting memorial of the Book of Kings may remain across time. Let no one deem these ancient chronicles to be mere falsehoods, fables, or idle enchantment; whatever aligns with the touchstone of human reason must be accepted as truth, while the rest guides the seeker along the path of allegory and hidden meaning. In ages past, there existed a single ancient chronicle whose fragments were dispersed among wise Mobads and Dehqans in every corner of the realm. A noble champion of Dehqan lineage—valiant, generous, wise, and devoted to the lore of antiquity—arose to resurrect the forgotten past. He summoned venerable Mobads from every kingdom and inquired after the ancient Kayanian kings and illustrious heroes, asking how they held the world in its dawn, how their days of glory unfolded, and how time eventually swept them away. As the wise elders recounted the deeds of kings and the turns of fate, the chieftain laid the foundation of a great book, leaving behind an immortal monument lauded by high and low alike.