A Bell...

A Bell, Eighteen Amber Beads
Add 2 to Saint's Atunement progress.
Strange... Something still draws me here. Even after
all this time. The weather is so different now, but the
fields... I do not need eyes to know that the grasses still
sway gently in the winds. To have grasped at the boundless infinites of the cosmic void... Yet here I am contemplating these same fields as I once did, talking
to some sort of rodent.