Grace's Reflection Prose
Infinite Grace stood at the edge of the world he had shaped, and for the first time, he wept. From his tears, a tree grew — rooted in divinity, blooming with sorrow. Its fruit bore a reflection not of his face, but of the unspoken truths he could not share with those who walked his creation. To eat it in silence is to honor the weight he carries."
— From the Lay of the Last Light, transcribed by Tel Avemir the Pale-Quilled
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