Noctisardor Bypass zu spät

wylla was here.
his heart was in each way elated and desperate and filled with regret, not that she should be here, but that in him now lived the black seed of another secret, and one more dire than any ill-gotten child. how ironic that he should have none of that this year, but something else.
the man paced through his beloved woodland, picking up the trail of @Ephemeris and following it along.
rivenwood was strong.
mahler did not know how long he himself would be.