The wind is strong here. Legend has it that from this cave, each and every gust of wind is born. I wonder why the wind here chills my face. It must have been born just moments ago. Perhaps it will blow across the land, growing warmer with each memory it gathers. The wind then plays it part by carrying those memories everywhere it goes. And once it has finished, here it shall return.
As I approach the Mushroom Forest, I somehow feel like I’m shrinking. Each toadstool I pass seems taller than the last.
Now I know I’m inside the forest. I’m walking along a rooftop of mushrooms.
hana kohl & dah yis
fiona
Only we walk the old way now… travelers in crystal caravans.
crystal chronicles is a game near and dear to my heart. it’s been on my mind a lot lately.