A most gentle starbird came to me. She offered me silence, a reprieve from the voices that haunt my every moment. It was cold, beautiful and still. A moment frozen in time, drawn out into an icy eternity.
Svan'a finds WHM knowledge in forbidden amdapori texts that give him the means to bind and enslave elementals which means he can finally show the Shroud how he really feels
An altar deep underground, where flowers burst forth in brilliant hues. They have no need for sunlight, not with the sheer amount of aether channeled into them. He came here often, and never told anyone. For years he practiced the channeling of aether, breathing life into flowers and even pulling others from the brink of death.
Still, despite everything he’s done, the small, preserved corpse upon the altar remains lifeless.