What was her prayer? Her wish, her confession?

There is no one left
to answer, and Marika
never returned home again.

⌜ Our land's grown old, now ashen, and cold.

But look up, the Erdtree glows!
One day, we'll return together.
To our home,
bathed in rays of gold.

And grace will surely guide us safe. ⌟

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Pub: 08 Nov 2021 21:29 UTC

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