Allow me to introduce you to a forlorn spirit, born anew within an era unfamiliar. He'll wade through the continent in a queried bliss, spectating the many mortals that shall pass. Learn of their tragedies and fortune; misery and hope. Understand everything and yet nothing, all at once.
Do not fret, he will be kind to you and many others among his feathers. He will journey along the continent, mayhaps finding danger—or narrowly avoid it.
But heed my words, oh thoughtful wayfarer, there are secrets to unveil. Mysteries shrouded in the embers of a distant battle. That even I know naught of.
A land plagued by a sundering curse. Wicked as it may be, it is ordained. Unchangeable.
My power will allow us to be amongst his feathers. Amongst him. We shall spectate as he does in that time, but that is all. We are spectators, you and I, watching the flow of life. Watching a spirit learn mortality.
Now then, shall I take us, but briefly, unto his side?
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