| description | The age of the apple falling from the sky is behind us. Now, we rise into the skies in search of it.
The era of Eris casting it down is over— for now, the apple needs only to exist.
To the bearers of this fruit: May you guard it with your sanity, not your heart.
This is where the myths are made real. | The age of the apple falling from the sky is behind us. Now, we rise into the skies in search of it.
The era of Eris casting it down is over— for now, the apple needs only to exist.
To the bearers of this fruit: May you guard it with your sanity, not your heart.
This is where the myths are made real. |