On a shore of amethyst, the crystal spire pierces the sky, cutting open the storm clouds as they pass overhead. A heavy rain blankets the land, washing away sin and pain in a moment of total clarity.
You remember the scorching light, the inevitable end. You remember the intended sacrifice, and the day many gave their lives for freedom. You remember the promises, both kept and lost to time.
As you stand in this storm, a calm befalls you. A warm hand on your shoulder pulls you out of the memories. You look over your shoulder and see no one. But he's always there, just out of sight. A light in the darkness. A shelter in the storm.
The strength to take another step.
14 мар 2022