❝...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.❞ The churn of the winds, the touch of dancing snowflakes. From ice came melted waters, and from heavy clouds pour blades of rain. The blossoms of spring whisper tales of a thousand winds, that of which a certain bard chants the tale of certain fleeting dreams. The world continues to prosper under the gaze of the full moon, yet as long as there is light, there will also be shadow. And beneath the cracks of the earth, there awaits a silent ruin. (ON HOLD)