Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Refilling their glasses willingly, Neron can only offer a warm chuckle at her questions. "I wish I could tell you. Do you know, Ascended have lost most of their sense of taste and smell," he says, raising his drink. "I barely feel the burn from this. You should go through a portal and let me know what it's like for the two of us." He winks.
The Greatwood he can't say much about, having never been, but the Grounds at least he can explain. "The woods border the Hollowed Grounds, so if you want to visit them it shouldn't be too difficult to go from one place to the other. The Grounds is a moody sort of place, having been stuck behind a barrier until a few years back. A lot of ruins, a lot of history. There's a huge temple, and an even bigger place called The Spire. That's where my goddess was imprisoned."
The Greatwood he can't say much about, having never been, but the Grounds at least he can explain. "The woods border the Hollowed Grounds, so if you want to visit them it shouldn't be too difficult to go from one place to the other. The Grounds is a moody sort of place, having been stuck behind a barrier until a few years back. A lot of ruins, a lot of history. There's a huge temple, and an even bigger place called The Spire. That's where my goddess was imprisoned."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
