The Great Sowing had failed. The old gods, who demanded tribute in the form of perfectly steamed jasmine rice, had turned their backs. Now, the land was choked by Starving Briars —vines that grew faster than any crop and smelled of burnt porridge. The only safe haven was , a floating island held aloft by the last remaining grain of celestial rice, kept in a locket around the neck of the village elder.
"And if we fail?"
"It's a quest log, child. And your only one."
They opened their mouth. And they sang .
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The Great Sowing had failed. The old gods, who demanded tribute in the form of perfectly steamed jasmine rice, had turned their backs. Now, the land was choked by Starving Briars —vines that grew faster than any crop and smelled of burnt porridge. The only safe haven was , a floating island held aloft by the last remaining grain of celestial rice, kept in a locket around the neck of the village elder.
"And if we fail?"
"It's a quest log, child. And your only one."
They opened their mouth. And they sang .
