[He looks head of them, still walking, but imagery of his world flits through his mind.]
Years ago, at least, I think you would have. It was, admittedly, a striking place. Filled with landscapes that would make painters cry. Technology that continued to grow at an alarmingly rapid pace, and magic thrumming through the world's very soul.
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[He looks head of them, still walking, but imagery of his world flits through his mind.]
Years ago, at least, I think you would have. It was, admittedly, a striking place. Filled with landscapes that would make painters cry. Technology that continued to grow at an alarmingly rapid pace, and magic thrumming through the world's very soul.
Almost enough to make a man miss it.