Re: The Sanctuary
[As your bodies slip down the wall, you see—
Lightbringer, Nightbringer. The children of the heavens, Dawn and Dusk, ever playing their games across the sky. Always running, never touching, hands ever outstretched, every day new . . .
Renewal. Over and over and over again.
Even in this new place, this city below, spreading their colours, creating a sky . . . hope. Hope for a new day, for a morning that wasn't feared.