Elegy Priest

Would you believe it, passing friends?
Just now, I witnessed the demise of millennia.
Travelers singing dirges plucked a star from their clothes
And planted a fragment of time in the soil as if sowing a seed.
I saw the ruins of Styxia, kissed by the River of Souls.
I saw Loukas consumed in a sea of flames.
The fire devoured everything in its path.
These events, once real and long past, were recorded by the travelers
And brought back before our eyes.
I asked them why they came?
The travelers revealed that they were plucking broken memories.
This city has long been annihilated.
As for us, we are merely souls under Oronyx's Miracle,
The final elegy of farewell.