I look through the mirrors, always... And this mirroring lake... I feel she wants to tell me something. But her words I cannot understand.
The woodlands, created by the Dawn Prince, are an amalgam of throbbing and tangled vegetation always in fire, irrigated by the great Willow's sap, as if it was a cardiovascular system. This scenery is at an early stage right now, details, objects and effects are pending.
Freedom. Ha! A word to feed our mouths with! But what is freedom? A lie is what it is!