Foxfire — The World-Between
Horai was born from a memory. Memories— of the kind where their forms stir restless and foggy, their colour intangible, at times uninviting. Light, dark, joyous, despairing, carefree, austere… the land was shaped by the push and pull of these elements which have no shape of their own.
And now the winds from the West are blowing, and a shimmer creeps slowly upon the horizon.