Home.

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Providence. 
It's been my home for as long as I can remember. 
Seeing the hardworking ISA as I approach the entrance gate. 
As soon as you enter the square, your eyes are bombarded with memories. 
The finest jewelry may be found at the red rose boutique. 
The tavern, on the other hand, may be considered the center of providence.

A hallway of rulers may be found just past city hall. 
Emperors and their beloved Empresses. 
The first thing you see is the magnificent Aster Palace, which is reached over a bridge. 
It's the very first of its sort. It's the start of something fresh.

Home. 
Providence is always going to be home. 
It's a place where family gathers. 
Where it is the safest place to be. 

The garden, to be precise. 
Angelika's famed Treehouse. 
The flowers, of course. 
The path to take. 
Every time I go through our gardens, memories flood back.

To the Oren I love, for the imperial I am.
This is where I'll always call home. 
This is destined to be my heart.
One God, One Emperor, One Empire

This is home.

 

 

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“What excellent work this lass publishes; consistently divine pieces.” Odessa would mention to the Aster Council in one of their weekly meetings. 

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The Prefect of Providence, Henry Constanz, would read the poem sitting at his desk, a smile curling on his lips, "What a wonderful poem! Really captures the majesty of our fair city. I didn't know we had such a poet around, perhaps I should see if I commission some more work from her!" He'd be commenting to an uninterested and overworked notary sat opposite of his office table. The notary would simply shake his head, unamused with the Prefect's musings and continue scribbling down notes on his quill.