... It is dark here, as if the dawn had not come, and the western lands were covered with eternal predawn dusk. Stones, even whole rocks are reared, centuries-old trees are turned upside down. Pieces of balustrades and columns hung in the air. They spin slowly. In some places, the crust of ice covers the soil. It does not melt, although the temperature has not dropped below normal. I am still warm in a light mantle. It feels like the very structure of the elements that make up our world has been distorted, turned inside out. The air is heavy and stale. I don’t feel the wind blowing, but from time to time rubbish and debris among the ruins move by themselves, as if an invisible force lifts them and crushes them or throws them aside.We are still two days away from the western capital. What awaits us there? Hidden story objects: - 1 Records of the Unknown Healer, Part 1 - 2 Records of the Unknown Healer, Part 2 - 3 Records of the Unknown Healer, Part 3 - 4 Records of the Unknown Healer, Part 4 - 5 Records of the Unknown Healer, Part 5 |