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Out across the arcane desert

Realm of thorns and fangs

Towering in ancient caves

Chiseled by the infinite teeth

Of primordial waters

Like flesh scraped from earthen bone

The ancestral gods of the immemorial age

Still speak in long-forgotten tongues

A lexicon of ash and root,

Of earth and marrow

A cosmic codex of the birth of fire

and the singed ends of time

Through which mortals traverse

Like wings through the seasons

From night, to blood

To sun, and back again to moon

A reciprocal alchemy

That weaves the universe into being

With paradox and power

Ever created, ever creating

A communion between the ancestors

Of ages past, and ages still to come.