Spire - Impressions

Impressions [prologue - father] (Teal, and Orange)

Careless! Careless traces in the sands to be washed away by the hands of a new generation. The way is lost. To help a fallen man is to save the next. Save the next. We have a choice to cast aside our limits to redeem a plague and preserve the time. Would you choose to follow or push on ahead leading troubled hearts with a stronger will? The heat from the sun evacuates the planet. Light up the sky or take in the bleak, frigid miles on lonely shores. Light up the sky. We are stronger still.