Zero-CZ

“Traveler…dearest Aether…please forgive me for making a selfish request. I’m sure the Hydro Dragon told you of my fate, and what you’re hearing is nothing more than a dying whisper among the ley lines. If my wants align with your will, could you…” - Erstwhile Hydro Archon, Focalors. ~~~ Tick-tock. The dimension was cold and dark like a catacomb, and melancholy blanketed the realm like cemetery fog. Tick-tock. Overall, the dimension was akin to a performance hall from a decrepit opera house. But a key difference was that the chamber stretched into infinity. As far as the eye could see, there were countless rows of audience seats. However, most of the chairs were empty and added to the impression that hardly anyone bought tickets for the show. The few seats that were occupied each contained a silhouette made of black water. Tick-tock. There wasn’t a clock to be seen, but a quiet one could be heard. [“My beloved audience, The Court of Public Opinion, may I take your silence