May 19
The Citadel of Whispering Winds.,
"Some kingdoms aren't meant to be conquered. They are meant to be survived."
The long journey through the valley is over, and this is what awaits. Perched precariously on the jagged crown of the world sits the ancient citadel, its pale spires reaching up to pierce a sky painted in bruised purples and the dusty rose of a dying sun.
Down below, the world is quiet. A lone wanderer sits astride their mount at the edge of the precipice, looking out at the cluster of warm-lit homes clinging to the cliffside. The wind up here smells like old stone, incoming rain, and centuries of secrets.