Arrow Lake why you rolling waves over me now, that's all i need dreaming

one more to her collection, which grew by the day. her sisters whispered of another relic, this one far less ancient and no less powerful.

qiao set east.

by morning she came to a glittering lake half rimmed in ice. the land bore few trees and held an air of irrepressible despondency -- as if it had been stripped barren years ago.

and yet, somewhere in this hulking rubble whispered a quiet voice just waiting to be reborn.