「Whether or not Man or Beast chooses a path, Grief will appear and test their will to continue moving forward and those who inevitably fail to pass it. Solitude comes.」
— Ænectheiss, A.P.Y. 781, Prologue
There is a warming solace to writing, even if it's just a jumbled mixture of words unreadable to some. For the weary it cleanses the mind of worries, For the inspired it allows them to share ideas.
Many people have differing ways on how and why they write and that to me is quite the romance.
Of course, For me writing is just a note, a way to keep records to not forget —or so to speak.
As for introductions, My name is Ænectheiss, a wayward traveler and a writer of experience.
I chose to travel because it was a wish of someone dear, whomst name I have already forgotten but of memories I still hold closely to the heart.
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「I like these empty breaths of time we cam just spend together idling by.」 said the silhouette, 「I feels so... peaceful.」
「I just wish that everyday was like this. Warm, Free, Peaceful.」
「Lena, Let's go.」
「Let's stay for a little longer Æne.」
「We need to reach town before sunfall, especially since with the Blooming Festival soon, those gates won't wait for anyone.」 He said, 「besides, we can go back here tomorrow if you'd like.」
「Fine. Promise?」
「Promise.」
「If you break this, You'll have to follow me to the Rites Keep during the Flower Rites.」
「That's—」
「No excuses.」 She butted in.
「A-alright.」 I could only stammer as I answer. 「Now, Let's go back to carriage.」