It was an age when the flow of time was chaotic, with dawn blurring into dusk and the cold proving relentless.
Doubt, weariness, and the weight of duty... such was the life of a Magistrate. Though quite young, she shouldered it all as she ascended the mountain, striving to illuminate the sky with a sliver of candlelight. It was the moment when winter relented. The thaw came, and the slopes awoke, bathed in the first tender hues of spring...
