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| The Swamp |
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| The Screams that echo from captured animals that now sink into the swamps of the Netherworld. This swamp of the netherland seems to be concealed within a deep forest that seems to break against the soild wall of the mountains. The water seems to churn with muck and have a fool musk smell that burns the nostrals. |
| Shadows seem to only fall away from the swamp, senseing a darker evil that reigns on the other side of the range, Luna Falsifica, The home of the darker beings. Beyond that seems but a dream, neither man, nor creature passes the city of the Risen. |
| This, The place of serenity. Faeries seem to coast on the light breaths of air that loft over the mountain peaks. |
| T` is said that dragon's nest in the deep caves high atop the mountain peaks. Like a dreamy mist the fly over head, the flutter of feathers in the sky, like liveing clouds, Faeries, seem to dance about, like translusent silver send rainbow light over the land. |
| Open your mind to the possibilities of the future and of lore, let them consume your senses. Let your dreams, of once, lead you to a place where happiness strives. |