Charred and curling, only shadows of meaning remain on their blackened surface.
Four truths to ash, by emerald flame,
Only then begins the game.
Seek the beast who speaks with trees,
And end the rite where no roots breathe.
Charred and curling, only shadows of meaning remain on their blackened surface.
Four truths to ash, by emerald flame,
Only then begins the game.
Seek the beast who speaks with trees,
And end the rite where no roots breathe.