It is strange to see Caelid again. It’s as if someone has frozen the moment and yet time has passed, like a painting on which dust has settled. One sees decay, but no development. What were the demigods thinking? It tears my heart when I think of my home, Haligtree.
Looking for answers, I find only more questions. It all seems like a dream, I just don’t know what kind of dream it is yet. Is this reality real or am I just the will of a distant spirit that perceives this world through me?
In the swamps still rests and thrives the rot, the same that grows through my body and makes it rot. In the swamps still rests and thrives the rot, the same that grows through my body and makes it rot. Something must happen, but before we can build a new realm, the old filth must be removed. Out of old make new does not work, the old will always prevail.
