"Time, what a strange thing that time is. I look at the ceiling, it has been tainted with blood, and yet, I know the little star will take back its place at some point and I will be able to paint it again exactly as it was when I saw it for the first time.
And the events associated will happen again because time is a cycle. The day Tara died is engraved in my memory. I have no energy to go out. Atrotus is a young brave boy, he took care to handle the organization of the farms around the village. He loved the work in the fields and I was happy to be able to provide him an opportunity to do what he liked to do.
Zuline came to visit me that night. She proposed to me to come back to Ombrae but I have no desire to go back to the world I created as a prison for my brother. I don't want to see the Golden City in the sky over the Dark castle and think that Tara is there, hating me.