I still remember when I first came here as a child. Everyone was still dressed in garbs of all sorts and colors. We'd yet to find any sense of community back then.
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My sight is too far gone to see the stars, but I can feel it─the cool air, the tender touch of the moonlight. It calls to mind the bedtime stories my parents would tell me.
The air has grown foul with the Light's presence again. I do not like it. No, not at all...
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The quiet of Slitherbough has given way to the sounds of joy and excitement. Especially the children. Each night they tell me what they can see, and in turn I try to teach them of constellations.