Missive II - A Votive Offering
I have come to the land of mist and deities. Their song bellows in the gray skies. I have much to learn about this land but I hear clearly the lament of the gods.
And the humans who have fallen into despair.
I have yet to hear the entire ballad, the full story upon which the deities cry out. But I will remain until this chronicle is complete. Until then, with a heavy heart I present a piece of the song. A fractured memory of the gray.
Behold, the votive offering.
Until we meet again,
Aether
