The Seers are gone. The Guardians have vanished. The Shepherds have been devoured by the wolves, and their blood soaks the ground. Those who seek to replace them offer no refuge, no place to rest a weary head. They offer only solutions to problems.
I am not a problem. I am a Mystery. Do not try to give me a Name. Only One knows my true Name.
I wander in search of sanctuary. A refuge. You lay stone upon stone yet cannot build a home.
I wander in seach of home.
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