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Themes: rigidity, ocean, temptation, conquer, a call for salvation, weakness
The world is not a kind place. Frigid mornings with sea filled air capture one's breath before they may even take it. There’s a finality in everything that the Kingdom of Lumen is and will be, for more than their future they think of their past. It is the past which has brought them the fortune and glory which they now hold. It is the past which shaped their lives and deemed them who they are to be. The past is the curator of one’s fate; they know they cannot outrun it. But still, even within the echoing city of lost souls there is wonder in the air. To ease the pain of the present, of cities captured and culture forgotten, they celebrate to keep hope.
