Ending of the Afternoon sun grew near, and I know soon nightfall would take it’s place, with the rise of the new Advent shortly following. Despite having these to my knowledge, I had failed to overcome the tasks presented before me, and the day of exile had arrived. The mysterious lands hissed a threatening call signalling something darker than I had ever imagined. After being placed in some sort of cross over between the Plains, and the land of castles, I knew a sort of time limbo had been taking place. For after time found itself spinning back to normal, the afternoons grew darker and end of the era grew near. But now, with the new Advent at hand, and the exile now coming to an expire, these lands still stand strong and tall far in the distance.