Returning Home

 "Oh, Trion… The Jewel in an Ocean of Stars, how you glow…

"Oh, Trion… You only need to get close to smell the rot hidden behind the glory…

"Oh, Trion… you are a monument built on the dead, and their ghosts haunt your every moment…

"Oh, Trion… your glory walks hand in hand with your doom, and you shall take us all with you…"

"Oh, Trion… How can….

"That is a stupid poem, and you also know that it is forbidden, Father." 

An exasperated sigh from a white-haired girl sounded in the void of space, carried by wispy strands of Aether that resembled spider webs.

"Hahaha, I know that there is no apparent rhythm, but its strong word choices and clear message make it a powerful one. Doesn't that make it exciting, em… child."

A white-haired man replied to the girl with a smile in his tone, it was Telmus and he was standing on the back of a Bone Dragon more than seven miles long, beside him was his daughter.