Its stitched petals fall in silence, its hues steeped in evening rain. With every step, the clamor of the worl…
Its stitched petals fall in silence, its hues steeped in evening rain. With every step, the clamor of the world thins; with every turn, the wheel of fate feels lighter. Wear [Wind's Far Shore], and you move through the blaze of mortal life as though already beyond it, unhurried, unbound, clear as still water.