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At nightfall the wasteland underlies a new melancholic atmosphere

moonlight radiates a deep void,

in which the ancient tree shines imposingly,

while its guardian rests at its roots

at midnight ancestral beasts dance and sing rites of war

and pride in the moonlight

It is time to meditate and heal woods in this magical land

land of honor, beauty and wisdom

the ancient tree and its guardian

will die together protecting this magical place.