Redsand Canyon that’s why i’m calling you back on my way through.

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time in mereo was short. the halls were full of little curiosities — the general’s warty demeanor, ruenna’s limp, the state of their medicine bay… but most curious to qiao was the hushed song she heard stirring like a heartbeat — there but barely perceptible, like the ripple of soft breath on dark water. 

she closed her eyes and sat still. her ears quivered as she imagined herself — not her body, but her mind — falling back against the dark veil. 

somewhere here, an artifact sang.