[Drive]

Clouds carried by unbridled winds.
The winds of life, the winds of adventure.
They all leave us to desire something or the other.
An idea grows.
A dream festers.
Becomes a wish.

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Scattered across Meranthe, a few runed boxes have appeared seemingly at random. 
They ask one thing, for you to place a request; a letter that disappears as soon as the box is sealed.

To whom do they go? 
Where do they go?
Will they ever be answered?
... a wish is still a wish.

Will you be ready if it is granted?