Yuleheim

Happiness is a fleeting feeling.
It is but a ray of light in a deep, endless dark corridor.
Us humans, we each hold a light to guide us through the dark,
But some of us let it flicker and die.

The era of warmth has faded. Humans no longer carry their burning embers to guide their way. An era of cold has taken it's place. An era of decline, and melancholy.
Woe is the brave souls whom still wield their lights.