Let me tell you of a world,
A world from the Book of the Dead.
Across this world roams the Myst
Slithering, pining, moaning...
Waiting.
It waits for the "perfect" one,
The one whose brilliance will burn the misery away.
Yes, this is the world of Valmordia. The world of the Myst.
The Myst that inhabits this once-peaceful land. It rolls across the oceans, caps the snowy mountains, and darkens even the hottest desert. It's watching. Waiting. Few have lived to hear the cries that it gives, heard only in story and fable...
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Vamordia,2013, New-Sunwe Weather:Warm (by Valmordian standards). Oshuma is its usual 38 degrees, Xiaden is 17 degrees, and Atropia is generally hovering around 16 degrees.
All around the world, people are trying to be normal. Doing the best they can, poor souls.
In Atropia, Theranse is gearing up for the high social season that Sunwe's warmer temperatures will bring, and Xiaden's capital is preparing for the respective festivals of Wei Ba and Zhu Lau. In Oshuma, things are as silent as ever: the Myst's slow takeover has caused all other countries to sever contact.
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