Ones We Carved Ourselves ملاحظة قصصية · Veilwater Basin

Two bloods laid siege to these lands.

One was cold and violet as a yearfall's plum, encased in emerald leaves like scales. The other red and warm as a song shared by the fireside.

A forsaken clash, brought forth by our favoritism of fire. When we lifted humanity, we lowered all else... trampled a seed that thought us to be its sun, its god. But the seed grew in silence and hate, and where one purple petal fell, its roots took hold.