“ In the old days, Mirroh used to roam this land. Wild groups of them that stood by the lakes reflecting the first lights that pushed through the dense vegetation of Aleeias. A being so clear of its purpose that nothing could penetrate it, not even light.

Growing ever more and as antlers fall with the coming of the cold season, so does parts of the slender spirit shed. Marking the start of the season in a spectacle that turns the forest into light. ” - Continue