I was sitting down to draw a happy springtime picture of Odessa, but just as I lifted my pencil, Avertuneiro Antes Lance Mao came up on my playlist. Immediately I got the mental image that the song always gives me: a dark field lit by fireflies. Although it isn't really in the game, I always imagine that picture-- a sort of idealized abstract of the mood. Perhaps someone is looking at Toran Castle from a field on the shore. Perhaps she is there, watching...