♔ epigraph

run boy run

this ride is a journey too

run boy run

the secret inside of you

run boy run

this race is a prophecy

run boy run

and disappear in the trees

—woodkid

in the land

where fire meets ice

water meets air

and the earth trembles in their glory

the healers and the stealers

the martyrs and the spirits

where the crown precedes the wing

this is the land of fae.