At the edge of the sky, between the day and the night, an eternal mountain range welcomes the wounded and the weary. Its golden valleys glitter in the dusk that never fades and its proud spires stretch to the very top of the sky to be caressed by the clouds. On the warm and gentle winds that flow from the west is a scent nostalgic to you, drifting out of those memories most comforting and most dear:

A family meal.

An old cologne.

Pines in the spring.

Freshly laundered sheets.

Rain, and old books, and a sweet on the tongue.

This is all the proof that you need to know that you have found the place they call the Rest, where those whose burdens weigh heavy can, for just a while, find peace. When the sun sinks toward the horizon and you hear calm steps upon the leaves, follow them, and you too might be rewarded with a well-deserved respite.

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Solsennor, a spirit of the sunset that guides those in pain to safety and comfort.

An adopt designed by and purchased from , lore by me. A lovely wolfsona for myself whenever I have the need of one.