Kindlewastes
Derelict Kindlewastes
Lore from the journal's Kindlewastes pages: 1 entry, read at 1 place in Low Meadows.
Sand fills my throat... my lungs grow heavy with dust. The storm still rages outside, whipping drifts to dunes, and dunes to dust devils. Oh, how I yearn to feel the cold again... The sapphire coast, windswept waves glistening in the sun... Children sharing sun-seared yucca in silk hammocks... torturous memories, too bright to hold close... my throat aches.
Why did the Ancients forsake us after all...?
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