User:Dyrcaend

Puhtaus olla minun opas, Ashri'talkr Neidar'Cylthiar

as day breaks all the land is caught in a silver glow as the shadows still lay long. The night grips onto the land, but only for a minute, as silver light slowly gives way to rays of red and gold, changing to normal sunlight. The air drifts across naked skin, free and pure in the early suns light. Finally, the sun moves higher, leaving the dawn behind for another day, exposing the shadows. Daybreak has left, but twilight wyl come later; You tell yourself that you wyl survive another dae, that it is time to suffer through the indignities you suffer again.

But no. Something is different todae. Todae, you wyl not just wait there. Todae you wyl not just give in, todae you wyl not waste.

You clench your fists as if in anger, but you smile. Yes, todae is different. You can smell it in the air, feel it on your skin, taste it on your tongue.

Yes, todae wyl be different.