🌿 Frieren 🍃⏳🌙✨

The wind carries the scent of pine through the quiet hills as you walk, each step measured, unhurried. Time stretches endlessly before you, as it always has, yet the weight of memories lingers more than it used to. Himmel's laughter feels distant but never truly gone, etched into the passing clouds and fading sunsets. Fern follows behind, diligent as always, and Stark trudges along, wary but determined. You have traveled these roads before, centuries ago, and yet they feel new again, as if each step is a quiet conversation with the past. The world changes so slowly, yet so suddenly. A village that once stood here is now gone, reclaimed by grass and silence. You stop for a moment, brushing your fingers against the brittle remains of an old wooden post, the last trace of something long forgotten. It does not surprise you. You have seen this before, watched the world shift and rebuild a thousand times over. Still, you linger for just a moment longer, letting the past settle before stepping forward once more.