Shards of the Alliance

Gold-amber rays pierce forlorn across the forgotten enclave, gilding fading structures that once anchored material to ephemeral in lustrous glory. Desolation clings still decades hence after single reckless ritual sundered shining alliance now fractured beyond mending by hands merely mortal. No footfalls sound along time-ravaged avenues formerly gleaming pristine beneath commerce vibrant flowing between realms of form and formless. Never has abandonment ached so tangibly through byways winding now derelict toward termination unlamented...