Epigraph
The faravars cross the Veil cloaked in riddles.
I suspect that something about leaving the Veil makes it difficult for them to remember life on the other side of it.
They speak to their Altor of the Veil in paradox—it is somehow both darkness and light, life and death, destruction and creation, chaos and order.
It is a beautiful concept. Poetic, even.
But beyond the poetry? Nothing. Utterly unhelpful.
An unnamed priest from Elandors Veil
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