« Reply #1 on: May 28, 2022, 11:01:42 PM »
It was five months ago when she taught me how to navigate the mistways. And ever since, I have felt the mists beckoning to me.
Why is that? Why do I feel so at home within the mists? Perhaps it is because everything in the mists is real.
Even if the disorienting paths switch and change at will, they are true, real in that moment. That path may be gone the next time, but while I am there, I can walk it like walking the streets of Vallaki.
Even if the twisted spires and shadowed woods are filled with creatures unspeakable, I can reach out and touch the cobbled walls. I can feel the breath of the ebon cats upon my skin.
The mists are nothing. The mists are everything. The mists are horrible. The mists are beautiful.
And at the end of all the paradoxes, the mists are true, not only from the outside, but from within.
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