There's a popular ballad circling throughout the Four Corners lately -- written by a woman whose name eludes me, but I think it begins with D? -- saying the Chandrian are misunderstood villains, and actually the heroes of our prehistory.

Is there any merit to that tale? I've always understood the Chandrian to be the bad guys: there's the famous rhyme --

When the hearthfire turns to blue,

What to do? What to do?

Run outside. Run and hide.

When his eyes are black as crow?

Where to go? Where to go?

Near and far. Here they are.

See a man without a face?

Move like ghosts from place to place.

What's their plan? What's their plan?

Chandrian. Chandrian.

Please feel free to answer in vague terms. I know there are myths that people who talk too much about the Chandrian tend to mysteriously diszzzzz--