Alderbark

Archangel of Fall

His master had long forgotten him. He was the first. The first to hear his whispers and be swayed by their promises. Even then he wasn't content with just the harvest. The long days turn short and the world becomes enveloped in the hues of fire and gold, but more than all that it is the last breaths before the great slumber. I remain to watch over the autumn splendor.

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Angelic Chorus