The Lighthouse. A mysterious place within the Fade, at the cusp of the Crossroads. This is the place where the Eluvians converge, with a majestic elvhen lighthouse at its center. Solas has selected it as a base of operations after the events of Trespasser, chosen to walk the Din'anshiral -- the honorable journey towards death. It is a solitary existence, an exile. The Lighthouse's color scheme is purple with golden hues, with plenty of foilage for decoration. Solas's murals beautify the walls of the lighthouse, painted during painfully lonely hours on watch.

Solas is alone. The long dining table is set for two, a plate, cutlery and a single ornate goblet for each... except the other set is on the far end of the long table... a bitter memory of the love of his life. Fen'Harel had to leave her behind. She should not see him as a monster... but remember him as he has laid his soul bare to her, during the time of the Inquisition. Solas would never forget her, that was certain.

The bristles of the brush rustle against the rough stone of the rounded walls of the lighthouse.

Fen'Harel is painting yet another mural... a mural of his beloved vhenan. Her beauty, her wisdom and her compassion have captivated Solas. There is rarely a day where he cannot think of her, but his mission must come first. Not even this ancient heart is immune to the torment of separation.

"Vhenan..." Solas whispers, touching the cold stone with his palm, beholding the mural in progress, "...forgive me. This is a path I walk alone. I could not bear to inflict upon you the same burden I am cursed to carry. You deserve better." His voice begins to crack.

"A world filled with beauty, spirits, and magic. Free from oppression and slavery. If I die for this cause, so be it... I have accepted my fate. Ar lath ma, vhenan." Solas's voice turns hoarse.

A single tear escapes Solas's eye. In another world... Fen'harel shakes his head. He puts the paintbrush and palette aside, before sinking to his knees from the emotional burden.