Grand epics and great songs. Forgotten things that will never be remembered. Remembered things that should be forgot. Majesty and might. Glory and power.
And yet, underneath all these tales and adventures there is one great yearning that binds us all together.
To shake off fear and embrace all that could be. To trust without shame. To know and be known. To love and be loved.
There is an hill upon which a god once died, stretched out on wood between earth and sky. Look there and see the answered yearning. Blood that saves. Death that brings life.