~ For my hero. In loving memory of LMD. ~
Iseyba, the First City
The Hall of Memories
Kronen walked through the cavernous room ahead of his students, his gaze moving along the rows of carefully placed crystals. There were millions lining the four walls, carefully stored in carved alcoves. Each shimmered with different colors, reflecting the light from the tall windows.
Two large, wooden tables dominated the center of the room. Supplies for recording the contents of the crystals were neatly placed at regular intervals. Others of his kind, garshik, were quietly studying and writing observations or organizing to make room for more crystals in the alcoves.
Although he was drawn to this place again, as he often was lately, he had a purpose this day.
Um Gura aro Setsarana. The Hall of Memories.