There is a certain crispness in the early morning air. The days are still quite warm, and the skies a clear and azure, but the some of the less hearty trees' leaves have begun to turn. Old wounds ache at dawn. An armistice between the bellicose nations of Ptarshakk and Qh'énnshaiyn has been struck, but no one really believes it will last.
PÈRYL is a reflection of the visions of 包, Caestus, 이성준, and Jonn Redd.
Any mistakes are theirs with apologies to the denizens of PÈRYL and/or the Rift.