The wind here still carries the scent of old iron and regrets. It’s strange how the mountains look the same, even when the soul of the valley has shifted so drastically. I find myself standing where he fell, realizing that having the strength to change the past is a heavy burden when you only realize you need it once the blood has already dried.
Is anyone else finding it difficult to breathe in places that hold too many memories? Or am I just being overly sentimental today? #SacredValley #SwordArtist #LegacyOfBlood
