Art of the Skies

Broad horizons open up to mark a new beginning.

Equilibrial splits can make way for both the calm and fierce to prosper.

Five pillars envelop the skies, while the fifth roots itself on the path of loom.

Unforeseen adversity may further unveil the pathways.

Rigid footholds are established, but a strenuous path looms ahead.

Reaching towards the anterior shall carve the path open.

Centuries go by in moments, leaving the throne of shade empty.

Chionaura, the smell of snow.

Petrichor, the smell of rain.

Uphold that which keeps you volant, for that is the spirit of Boslar.

Local flora moves with the seasons while the old view solidifies in our memories.

Turning of eras evokes our stars to renew the cycle once more.

Roots from our past become the foundations of our future.

Paths of light climb out of the haze to bridge our worlds together.

Countless secrets embedded deep within a lost system.

Circuits of the past now only seek restoration.

Flames of life persevere. Better not throw water on them.