what once was lost, shall again be mine?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own ”But that is not what you said,” Ludo hums, swirling about the shrine like it is made of smoke. ”That is not what was in your heart,” it continues, though whether or not that is true is another matter. Ludo has never claimed not to trick or to mislead. And it seems to be considering something now, the mask as blank as ever but appearing puzzled, somehow. ”It is not possible to bring them back,” it murmurs. ”Why has it taken so long for you to ask? Why did you bury them in a cave, if you thought they might be returned to you?” It tilts its head. ”You are deluded, sweetling. You act on whims, as willing to ask for the impossible as you are to do the unthinkable.”