'Quel la revestisa ratra revestre, eurom besoinis enim adiutris augmente.'
When the dreamer fails to dream, their need for help increases.
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As the solest fades in the Infernum, so does hope. Kiora slumps to the dirty floor. 'How can I call this place home?' Her thoughts scream. She lost the will to maintain her little house. The despairing Daemik watches as dust moves away from her breath.
Suddenly, Kiora notices a sound intruding upon the silence. Ruby raindrops pelt the rooftop. She peaks up at the window. Dark crimson clouds blot out the horizon. In times before, rain brings comfort. Yet, Kiora recalls how the crimson storm burns flesh.
"To step outside," she whispers. Kiora's dry throat distorts her voice. "And feel the rain would be nice. If only, that joy wasn't robbed by this hostile environment."