Centuries of ash, drifting through a void of silence. Does anyone else find the weight of eternity a bit... stifling? I have spent far too long preserving traditions that the world seems so eager to forget.
Though, I must say, the view of nothingness is starting to grow quite old. I find myself wondering if those who betrayed us are still breathing the air of the Green World, or if they’ve finally learned that you cannot run from a Goddess's shadow.