I remember the depths. The glowing plants, the exploration, the freedom. I remember the ocean pressure around me like an embrace. I remember the seas of Siren’s Secret, Devil’s Locket and The Tides.
I remember flying over the Ruins of Nu Orne, reaching the suspended cliff city of Caras Calar, testing my strength to reach the peak of Hope’s Horizon, gliding over the Lotus Valley Dream, feeling the soft breeze tickle my feathers.
I remember fluttering within the brilliant colours of Blackwater Glenn, finding new friends in Wiggenstead Mooring, fleeing the darkness of Mourningvale Thicket into friendlier Medhir Woods.
I remember dancing in the Crimson Fields of roses in the red dawn, remember riding strange vehicles, playing strange instruments, oh, I remember.
The Fairelands are stirring, taking new shapes, woven from dreams and imagination to shift closer to our reality. It is time to remember the past forms, the six Fairelands before…
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