[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us A memorial for the fallen, or perhaps Stormbreak itself, gave him pause. They probably could’ve done more in the past on similar ilks, like the Grounds after multiple LongNights, or anyone else felled by wartime horrors. Some had done their duty on individual basis notations, and there was always the lanterns, but a way to honor those gone, or a land, seemed fitting. That would probably be a good place to start. You could use some of Stormbreak’s old materials, and it could give people a place for many things. To cherish and remember, to leave some portions behind, to ensure legacies remained for as long as pieces were maintained. Unaware of other impacts the Celestine had in the past, after all, he wasn’t a frequent visitor, and with so many other things going on the news could’ve easily been bypassed, he nodded, sliding above another darkening cloud. Would there have been other parts you wished to see remain? While the Sword could be melancholic within an instant, there were certain lands, terrain, and footholds, that he’d never quite mourn. That likely wasn't the same for the Attuned, who'd led and strived and tried for so long. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left