Auden’s Blessing
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Vanaheim—the place that was nearly buried under a thousand years of memory—has once again come into view. And yet, the city that was once merely sunlit and exquisitely built has changed so much that I can hardly recognize it.
The Hœnir Palace rises like a tower of gold into the sky, while the buildings below are gradually dyed in golden hues under the rising sun. Massive whales and flying wyverns drift through this vast capital, reduced to the scale of slow-crawling insects. The clouds are thinned by the wind, and through the pale mist above the palace, three statues emerge: the sun god in priestly robes, the fire god holding a magic orb with flowing garments, and at the center,