Thorny Crown of the Mountain Wind

In the ages when the thousand winds could still brush against the Temple of Space, the ancient people of Elysium believed that the city-state, eternally sealed within its coffin, would ultimately overcome the destruction wrought by external corruption, flourishing unceasingly like a sacred forest.

Yet, all things in this world wax and wane. The dream of Elysium shall never return. What remains in the wind is naught but poetry and blooming flowers.