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Near the river, they stand

Halls of limestone contained in the ground

Deep beneath our land

In seclusion, a treasure is found

Held in grace

The forest hollows atone the self

Feel them reverberate your soul

Presence of spirits has never left

They grasp to their stories untold

Creation remains unknown

An ancient remnant of mystery

A temple built into stone

Aura of smoke that beckons me

Clear the throat

Pitch black enthralls all that moves

In the forest hollows beneath

Isolation, we are the few

Whom the herbal essence bequeathed