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Even the Rose Withers
Ishgard…
A place of insurmountable beauty trapped within the clutches of the depths of winter, where every breath threatens to freeze the heart betwixt one beat and the next. Â A place so filled with its own sense of righteousness that the weight of it fills the air.
Yet, as I have learned to my woe during the course of my studies, things of beauty are not meant to last. Â Does not even the rose wither? Â There is nothing in this world that is eternal. Â All that there is to the brevity of our lives is to seeing that what we have built endures for as long as it can. Â
Perhaps that is why I search for the answers that I do.  Something of my people… nay, myself, must be made to endure.  I would not have us go into the light of the Crystal as nothing but brigands and sellswords; the detrius of a wasted, lost people.  I would look for our redemption for all my life long, so that when we return to the aether from whence we came, it can be with spirits free of the shackles of our shame.
Mayhap this, too, is but a dream.  Something that shan’t endure any longer than the exhalation of my final breath – but it is something I believe worth pursuing. Â
