Agarnisth Slavian

The Nights of Farewell to Morana have begun

The wind whispers through the dark night, carrying voices and sounds long forgotten to my ears. They are always there, the primordial ancient words, for those who are willing to listen. All one has to do is open their heart and their mind, and truth will present itself. But be careful! Because the truth is not something you always want to hear, and she does not take kindly towards ones who twist what they’ve heard in order to fit their own already preconceived perception of how things should be.