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Arcane Realm
06:54
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As rainfall descends the sky, the roots of ancient verdant pillars drink deep, absorbing the skyfall. Thriving sentinels of this forgotten land, where shadows reign beneath the branches of this sacred wooded citadel. A vast empire reaching towards celestial limits.
Moss blankets the earth where wild beasts have tread beneath the veil of fir and cedar, concealing an arcane realm. Shadowed wraiths dwell within this silent elder kingdom. Nameless chaos, a spectral procession seeking ascension.
As darkness veils the land, spirits blacken the sky.
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The Valley of 1000 Tears
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Among the shadows of this desolate monument to time immemorial, the tears of gods descend the cliff-side. They cascade down the ashen stone, a constant dirge of sorrow, a silent deluge eroding the weathered archaic and windswept shrine.
And so they journey, a fell migration through the valley of 1000 tears. Traversing ancient corridors above long-buried tombs, in search of the throne of antler and bone.
The fire in their hearts drives them ever forward. A burning cosmic flame, a rite of ascension.
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A Desolation Song
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In high passes, where stones rest, the cries of wolves echo down from mist-veiled ridges, piercing the soul, longing for the days of old. Ancient glaciers weep tears of ice. Elemental sorrow, silent mourning. The pillars of this majestic temple slowly collapse in ruin.
The guardians of the sacred mystic throne; elder reflections of an empire long forgotten. Forsaken by their ancient ritual, pale shadows of what they once were.
Haunted by astral memories, concealed, frozen in time, Armed with swords of flint and bone they wage eternal war.
Battles rage and temples fall throughout the ages. The wolves of winter sing a desolation song.
Wolven cries echo over lands erased by time and ice.
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The Watcher
05:05
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Oh, behold the sorrow of these solitary peaks. Forged by the molten fist of ancient wrathful gods, vast and barren towers of ice adorned with the graves of frail and lesser beings.
Swords of ice rain through the darkest of chasms, piercing the throats of the weak. The watcher of the tower stands guard against the unworthy.
They struggle, a battle of will. The mind descends into despair. Merciless defeat, elemental triumph against mankind.
Perish! Perish! In eternal ice.
Perish! Perish! Your tomb awaits.
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Strength of Spirit
09:47
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A hymn to the end of days. Forsaken spirit fades away. Cloaked in sorrow, a silent tomb awaits the ashen flesh. Solemn descent into the grave, we raise a burial shrine.
Hymns unsung, lost to memory. Ancient voices of the mountains. Windswept crags tower overhead, guardians of a knowledge lost.
Funereal chant. Horizon fades away.The flame slowly flickers out. Darkness closes in. Oblivion awaits. This spectral procession fades away.
Lay me down atop these peaks. I will reign this temple forever. O Death, embrace me eternally as roots envelop bone.
Lament the days gone by. Mourn our ruined kingdom. But praise the strength of spirit that reigns these peaks forever.
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