Gwlad yr Hiraeth "The Land of Longing"
“This is the tale of a land that weeps in silence—a realm of mourning winds, broken oaths, and beauty buried beneath the ash of old glory. Here, love is etched in stone, and grief is a language the rivers still speak.”
Gwlad yr Hiraeth (pronounced: Gwlade ur HEE-raith)
The bards say it was born in the breath between gods withdrawing and mortals awakening. A place where the bones of the world remember their own names, and every ruin still echoes with the laughter of a queen long vanished. The stars here are older than the sky. The land drinks its own sorrow like wine.
In Gwlad yr Hiraeth, time folds like parchment. The past is not gone—it walks beside you in the woods. The stones speak, the dead remember, and the living endure. Here you will find citadels that mourn, rivers that grieve, knights who ride not for glory, but for atonement and hearts that burn quietly, like the last embers of a long-cold hearth.
