[Voice][Yordaese/English]
Ikanas hil da na kin madasa inda no min. Fu-an sil kas nada, ilmanta kana ilsa sol dan ne mata lis.
Han da sol kanasa il min da sol, kotos san da si han, manas, ina mura solin das nero se nikt.
Kandin.
Il na kan disol dama ne kas. Ima sil da, kin sol da. Isa nin yi tan da kosas min, aso Mada-ma ni koras san dol mana inakta. Isas, ikadas sil mas dan, isas mian nadi kilda nadin na. Malas no kil janin uenda nas ki, amas no si mian kori te ma.
Madin ni ko kanasa soto hi da sel ka.
[ooc Translation]
It is the place where the wind meets the sea. The silent place, the heart of winter and always beneath winter sleeps spring.
I chose one path of many, though always they converge, a center point, one memory that can never be changed.
I failed.
I can never fail as I did again. I must learn, I must grow. I must become as human within, and as Mother should have been in my magic. Always I wish to choose, always I remember the cage. I taste freedom here, but so many here see this place as their cage.
A person must always chose their path and walk it without fear.
I am tired. The plant sleep, the fig tree come inside in warm place.
I think today, I go home. I have not seen home in long time, since fall of first snow.
Han da sol kanasa il min da sol, kotos san da si han, manas, ina mura solin das nero se nikt.
Kandin.
Il na kan disol dama ne kas. Ima sil da, kin sol da. Isa nin yi tan da kosas min, aso Mada-ma ni koras san dol mana inakta. Isas, ikadas sil mas dan, isas mian nadi kilda nadin na. Malas no kil janin uenda nas ki, amas no si mian kori te ma.
Madin ni ko kanasa soto hi da sel ka.
[ooc Translation]
It is the place where the wind meets the sea. The silent place, the heart of winter and always beneath winter sleeps spring.
I chose one path of many, though always they converge, a center point, one memory that can never be changed.
I failed.
I can never fail as I did again. I must learn, I must grow. I must become as human within, and as Mother should have been in my magic. Always I wish to choose, always I remember the cage. I taste freedom here, but so many here see this place as their cage.
A person must always chose their path and walk it without fear.
I am tired. The plant sleep, the fig tree come inside in warm place.
I think today, I go home. I have not seen home in long time, since fall of first snow.