Artisans once raised a citadel so high the clouds made it their home. Now, all is silent. The old tales feed t…
Artisans once raised a citadel so high the clouds made it their home. Now, all is silent.
The old tales feed the vines that creep through fissured tiles, slowly mending the land's scars. A lone sprout breaks the soil, reaching for sunlight that leaks through the wreckage.