large wonders envelop almia. mythologies never failed in heightening its splendor, imparting varying guidances to distraught wits, this leading any souls to rummage in unexplored ancient places. outsanding findings metamorphosed into souvenirs like pendants or undisclosed informations worth using for hidden agendas in formidable organizations that seek to mind-control when acknowledging that legends contain few portions of verity. tears crystalized to represent the unique spiritualities of the banished princes after years of quarrels that haunt inhabitants embody their legacies, materializing their psychic devolpments on the long run as vestiges to not be forgotten &. their residences' weathers after their ejects also introduce a clear picture of their authentic feelings : almia castle, the fortress of prosperious royal legacies, the valley maybe used to safeguard it against potential invading onsl*ughts alias the responsibilities of a nation's examplary parent knowing politics behind icy-cold facial expression. volcano cave, popular scrotching area filled with magmatic rivers alias the inferno of the crimson prince's k*ll*ng greediness. hippodown temple, legendary building of religious worship now completely deemed abandoned alias the preferrable outcome of the golden repentant who embraced the light in the end of the labyrinth by solving its riddles &. forging its equilibrium.

I have made the choice of suffering as the well-spring of my strength. It is no hardship for me, but rather a delight, to endure for my Savior’s name all you have been inflicting on me, and more besides, for as long as it shall please his Majesty.

What do you suppose night is? Night is when all things are in harmony. By day light and shadow war, but with nightfall the night inside the house holds hands with the night outside the house. They are the same thing. The night air is party to the conspiracy. Hate and thing join hands love, pain and joy: everything and any in the night air.