reminiscing endlessly

Deimos The Sword wasn’t surprised to hear the rumors still lingered; for three hundred years LongNight had made a distinct and traumatic impact on the Grounds. Stories and myths, truths and caution, passed down for years upon years, to keep the lingering souls safe. And while some had likely met it with utter indifference, for it was how the world had been, the scores out Outlanders infiltrating had made it clear that it shouldn’t have made it a normal distinction. Out of that same inherent restlessness, he permitted the air to bob the pebbles back and forth, unpredictable little waves of motions while he glanced down into the tiny rivulets of the pool. “There is quite a bit of it,” and mostly suffering, at least from the tomes and tales he’d heard. “The Voice released monsters during LongNight. Prior experiments of hers. Unless one was quiet, found safety or shelter, they were often victims.” A short synopsis, but enough to fill in some details. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime