The Morrow.

Here lie the remnants of myself that I couldn't bear to part with. Who I am now--that's not important. What's important is who I was, and what I could've been.

To your left, you'll find shrines to outcasted gods; to your right, a wellspring most improbable; and straight ahead, an archive of people who have never been. And as for below--the forsaken land--the dream-cradle--the memories buried 'neath the peat--are paths I cannot tread. I laid them to rest long ago.