[ry0un0suke]

. . .
Years cleansed,
years untouched,
years free,
perhaps too free.
 
Suspended in ways, from reality,
the waking realm,
the living realm,
rattling chains
in need of binding;
wardens free,
free.
free.

 
Tugged, those chains
of newly freed souls.
Free,
free, the spirits chant.
 
The Aphrosi Bastion
saved them all.
Free, free,
sip a the chalice.
Free, free,
without a warden,
free, free.
. . .
 
You are not alone.
. . . 
Establish your party.