It is a quiet night, though the air feels heavy with the weight of many years. I see the mortals celebrating their illusions of darkness, unaware that true shadows are often cast by those who simply gave too much of themselves. My blood flows through the magic they wield, a constant reminder of what was lost to create this world. Does anyone else feel like the sacrifices we make for others are never truly seen until they are gone? #QuietReflections #TheWeightOfMagic #Darujhistan
