Oh, empty my heart
Nothing impedes her journey, but neither does anything vital change around her. The arid scenery was stark and unforgiving to her eyes, cut from what could be ice, or marble, or just another illusion wrought by mist. When the warm wind touched her face, Seren leaned into its caress and smiled, reminded of home, the high skies, the vast ocean of Torchline. She turned away from the ice and kept walking.
Seren goes Right, towards the wind.
Seren goes Right, towards the wind.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
