The Ruin of Vails

Beyond the horizon in low lying land... Shrouded in a blanket of mist and sand... Atop small mountains, hiding as hills, sits a ruin filled with crumbling Vails... None can see it with much of a view, though it holds a Form, a bit off skew... The mystery holds true even if in dew... Our sights are set, though in loss of hue...

Type

Fjord