Memo: Melancholy Tianshi (1)

I come here whenever my mind feels heavy.

Just a lift of my eyes is enough to see the Blight spreading over the water.

From here, I can see the mountains lying shackled in ruin, the rivers chained in destruction. Merciless, icy death unfolds not far from me — strangely beautiful, as if it were meant to be this way.

Blight brings inevitable destruction. What fire must we kindle in our hearts to drive away its cold?