Where the Heart Is

Rain showers down onto a somewhat-modern, dirty city. Puddles have formed in the streets and the garbage strewn in the alleyways is soggy. A couple people with umbrellas run past, eager to get out of the rain.

A lamppost has several years' worth of notices stuck onto it. Some are posters begging for help to find multiple missing persons, another advertises a group known as the Church of the Star. This particular poster reads: "LOST? Let the Star be your guiding light. Join the Church of the Star today to find new meaning."

Past the lamppost, someone is singing. ÍSJA (IN ANCIENT AITARANIAN): "Cry we of the stars, the moon, the spark..."

Hi! Welcome to Where the Heart Is. I'll be updating with a single page on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but today I'll be posting five pages!


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