"But have you seen the ethereal rays of moon beams descending into the heart of the ocean?
As if the light years between the heavens and the land made not sufficient destination till the face of the earth, that it yearned to plunge deeper yet; that is how I desire to dive into the very depths in pursuit for answers and truth."
~
Head-Quarters of Tristendyre's News Corporation,
City of Shillingston,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Lord Lucious Reid walked around the hall of the main office restlessly, raking his hands through his teal hair.
The night brought the most bustling hours of engagement to the port of journalism, where they wrote the various accounts and reports and news to the people.
The chamber of the bureau was large, scaling a great distance in both spread and height with long windows ranging over the upper portions of the stone walls.
