The clouds rest upon the high peaks of the land. A shield from the heat of the stars above, but a loving embrace to the inhabitance beneath.

In a beautiful introduction, a servant and friend to the afflicted land is revealed. He works through the night, mending the scars from the spears of the stars. Giving life to the gardens and uplifting all the downcasted.

This friendly giant opens his gates, to tend to the beneath. Even the divines come forth, carrying the mists in their wings. A hymn of glee resounds as the void is filled in empty springs.

There is magnificence in this embrace, a kiss some might say. For the water trickles down, excavating every crevice. Exonerating the wounds smitten in trauma;
As the rain kissed mountain now stands with lustrous awe - a now land revived.