"My home sounds gloomy, but let this record say, it’s not.
From my perspective. It's brighter than the endless gray haze of this "sun" realm.
The Storm rushes on above, not with rage, but with balance. It circles Mount Veritas, the radius expanding and contracting like ocean tides. It is said the ravens swim through it rather than fly. Somewhere above the clouds they break free, hoarding the sun for themselves. Only a small amount of light comes through the gentle eye. It swirls directly above the broken ceiling of the cave. It sounds mythical and unatural, because it is.
It dilates like a pupil, bringing us brighter seasons and times of endless rainfall. The best days are when it's a little bit of both. The rain and mist dribble into the cave, grasping sunlight to cast into our grim world. The air is thick and warm, but the city is glowing.
I miss those days. I miss the rainbows.
I acknowledge my idea of home is probably changed by my longing. There are many things I don't miss; like the smells that lingered, or the difficult to procure certain goods..."
-Juniper's diary, in regards to "The Crucible"
