The sun wearily shuffles across a Lundrian morning both haggard and uncaffeinated. It arrives without lustre, a faint glow still adorned by the pyjamas of a rolling cloud-line. Filtered light then greets the day with a yawn, settling dew drips down from the moss-covered peaks and onto the rolling hills, onto the emerald green grass … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 2 →