Graft

A world of fantasy or is it all just to a grain of sand? Follow Jorsh Endwind down into the sound of this mad buzzing down into ground where that mad buzzing light is all consuming and ever did the pixie and all their kind lie within. Down in the ground where the flowing ore is but a river of those deep gnomes to harvest and the sound would stop. Furthest down where the light has no meaning and all things dark must stay for to leave the shadow this land of magic and cursed song all would burn and let her heart swim those molten veins.