Connection ErrorBad RequestThis page went staleSession ExpiredSign in requiredForbiddenNot FoundToo Many RequestsServer ErrorBad GatewayService UnavailableGateway TimeoutHTTP Version Not Supported
Session Expired
Your session has expired. Please log in to continue.
Sign in required
You need an account to do that. Sign in or create one — it only takes a minute.
This page went stale
Your security token was rejected, usually because the page sat open too long or you signed in elsewhere. Nothing was saved. Reload the page and try again.
Request Failed
We encountered an issue while processing your request.
Please check your internet connection and try again.
- Vistéria, Reime... Many of their traditions will fade into oblivion, so let Anuzish at least serve as an ark for their echoes.
— Yes, it's sad that so much is doomed to disappear. — Garret was surprised by the foreigner's unusual speech and knowledge of the fate of the worlds, but he didn't dwell on it. — However, in the real world where space and time travel are possible, I would suggest that such things do not disappear without a trace - sooner or later, perhaps in a completely different place with different people, what was truly important to someone will inevitably return in one form or another. And I see this in two ways - as a personal one - a nod towards his brother - and as a cultural one, as exemplified by the Baldur school. Not Aster, of course, but also Vistéria. As for our own culture... — he paused, looking thoughtfully through Riela. — I don't know if there are any other fragments like us left, or if the Asters who came before or will come in the future still exist. But I do know that as long as my brother and I are alive, Aster lives on in the present, even if only in our memory, even if for the masses it is nothing more than a dry name in spellbooks.