Today, I Met The Elixir Well Architect Ghi chép cốt truyện · phần 4 / 4

Perhaps "Architect" is too grand a term — the blueprints were provided by the traveler, after all. The engineers and builders only have to fall in line.

The monolithic structure is twofold, stretching both towards the setting sun and the sleeping core. A hollow crown reigns above to imprison within it the light of the fading moon. Its shadow is as black as its stone.

From below rises the fabled mist. Most don't see it, or pretend not to. When I brought attention to it, the workers fell silent. The "Architect" stuttered under his breath, gaze averted... his lowered head betrayed his words. He mistakes me for a madman.

My wanderer came forth from my right side and spoke to break the silence.

"A bit of mist is to be expected. No harm will come from it. In fact, we may welcome its arrival." The words echo in my head. We may welcome its arrival.

Yes, perhaps it will guide us. Guide our hands. Our shaking hands

Ever shaking, leaving traces. Traces of a ghostly silhouette, reverberating

A wraith chained to its own afterimage, chasing it, spinning a vignette of fading blue

With eyelids pulled towards the moon

Telling truth from lies, a floating spiral of the past

and present, and future, and eternity

We may welcome its arrival

— Lord Vorgoth, Guard of the North, Ruler of Rimgard