Patience is all we have in a land where time is obsolete. I press on, armored stranger. I am not deceiving you. The willows have always grown silent in my wake. I see and feel your ailing mind and it worries me. The night that follows you grows stronger. You still have time to change.
H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King
corruption, darkness, falling, hate, pain, patience, time