Spiny trees root deep into the foul earth, licking the ground dry of all that is good. ![]() Upon further investigation I have sensed horrendous visions of a gnarled doom, decorated as a picturesque facade in this endless autumn dusk. Replete with a golden sky, with crackling river]] water]] and bubbling marshes that dot the land, it feels like a Romantic artist's canvas. Like an open sketchbook focused on my dreams, this land is forever pictured as a comforting Autumn dusk. Reddish leaves swirl in the wind like lost souls in search of rest.We will walk the border of shadow to be freed. ![]()
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