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Flowers and Towers

…even if the throne was to remain empty for centuries to come for the fading flame of this once great nation, they will all return to it’s throne to rest in its garden.

The soft winds blowing from atop the treetop homes, whistling through their open windows, ascending higher and higher, till they find it’s field of flowers. Blue as the night it blooms in. A place anyone can feel at peace in, even if it was a place with so much more sorrowful memories.

I hoped that I could have done something to help all their problems end as the hero I was, but I am on my own mission, and this wasnt my quest. I arrived here too early for them. For now, let them rest while they can, and let the trails blaze through their night as falling stars.

However, we should continue on. I don’t know how many more people we can find that have this unique gift to enter this tower and even if I were to never come back, the hour may eventually consume me if I, or anyone here, does not put an end to it.