This haven is like a balsam that relieves my pain. But the sharp blade of remorse that causes it, resides in my chest.
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.
Decisions... decisions. Will be this regulation enough? Will the people accept them? Will they revolt against me? How can I be certain? Why can't anything be reliable?
The covelands, made by the Dusk Princess are inhabited by mutant vegetation that indexes all stimuli. Among all the rocky lands, Insouciance has the most arid and hard soil. Its a foggy, desolate and lonely zone.