Chapter 284 Ancient World — Stairs to the Bottom of Blue Earth
The sky changes color.
Violet clouds slowly drift westward,
as the sun sinks behind the majestic pillars of the Temple of Mount, casting long shadows that add to the ethereal atmosphere.
In the horizon, the silhouettes of great trees, patiently waiting for the time to come, embody the symbolism of the Tree of Life, poised to unveil hidden wonders and convey profound messages about the intricate cycle of life.
Fitran and Rinoa stand in the agora, which now feels silent.
Amidst the ruins of Weitesten Gotteshaus,
the Holy Cathedral still stands with faded mosaics,
and the Rock et de Temple de la Chaîne, whose chains gently sway in the wind,
there is an unassuming small building.
The wind whispers softly, carrying the voices of the past from dragons that once soared through ancient skies, and adding a magical essence around them, the image presented is one of lost power and timeless wisdom.
A stone prism.