We walk through our territory.

The Ruins have never seemed beautiful to me.

Hiraeth, our founder, thought they were. She saw the beauty in devastation.

But me?

I found romanticism in her words.

Destruction is not beautiful.
Destruction is horrific.

Whatever happened here was pure corruption.

It's sick.

Disaster happened here.

We ignore it.
We live amongst these ruins.

It reeks of corruption and sickens me.