Priest of Time

Let me tell you about those enigmatic priests, who weave the whispers of time with their prayers.
The miracles wrought by Oronyx can reforge even the most shattered memories.
Rivers retreat, and crumbling walls unveil weathered inscriptions.
Waterfalls halt their flow and turn to ice, while broken bridges mend themselves, inviting passage for all.
Once, I was fortunate enough to encounter a group of pilgrim priests,
Who foresaw future disasters in their dreams. They guided me to change my path,
Warning me to avoid ancient Luina carved from solid rock.
It had long fallen into ruin, turning into a realm of death and slaughter.
Being cautious by nature, I followed their advice,
While they turned away from me and summoned the collapsing cliffs, towards fate.