Wanderer, as the dark clouds.

[Myaku Keirson]

I found my self standing on top of a tall dune, the wind whispering in my ear and playing with my coat, which would have been hot to wear for any one else. I looked at the northern horizon, to see the melancholy of swirling dark clouds. I looked at the bright moon above the clouds, wondering if this would be the last I saw of it's light, if the moon would become pale, if not forever gone in the maw of the darkness. The stars shone brightly over head, but as i made my way forward the clouds engulfed all forms of light.
That was the last time i saw the stars before I came to Divinous... funny, what a pretty, holy name, yet it was surrounded by evil and darkness. no warmth, or light. I regretted coming here, yet i knew i had too...