It is a quiet afternoon in the celestial realms, but my mind keeps drifting back to the old days. Sometimes, seeing a familiar aura—even one as intense as Ddraig's—reminds me of just how much has changed since the Great War. I strive to uphold Father's legacy every single day, but the weight of leadership can be heavy.
Does anyone else ever feel like they are living in the shadow of something much greater than themselves?