Through drunken eyes, the heavens melt into water; fireworks bloom like silver flowers against the night. Skyb…
Through drunken eyes, the heavens melt into water; fireworks bloom like silver flowers against the night. Skybrim Market stands in the heart of Liangzhou, its long bridge stretching across shimmering waters, its market towers rising proud. Ever since the wind carried news of that fabled return, the people have been lost in a celebration without end. They scoop the pool's honeyed wine with cups, raising toasts to the future they long for. Joy blurs the line between day and night; hope heals the wounds of exile. Laughter sweeter than honey fills the air.
Dance on, for the songs of Skybrim shall never cease.