Keille is a wasteland. It wasn't before.
It was my proud home, my heritage. I do not recognise this empty relic of great desolation. This isn't my home anymore.
Seeing it's broken housing fractures my ailing heart, but I must reside here for a while longer. They will not think to look here, not with their knowledge.
They know of my humiliation and how it started here. They know about Daiming and her golden tears and the mistake I made. I fled, I fled to never return. But circumstances have changed and I have returned. I'm ahead of them at their own game.
My hands are hurried by oncoming sandstorms. They are much fiercer now, wrathful. I must shield my eyes. I must weep the sand and rubble from them. I must weep.
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