there is an ocean above you. shimmering with opalescent darkness. the weight of thousands sit upon your worn shoulders. iron fills your mouth
you’ve drowned so many times here, but this is not that time. reach forth and find in your hands a knife.
IT SINGS OF RIIS, FROM OUR MEMORY, IT SEEKS AN OLD STRENGTH. STRENGTH TO GUIDE THE SCATTERED THROUGH A TIME OF DOUBT AND WRATH.
