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through the valley.

it's breath crawls.

slow and silent, up past the rocks.

ancient stone untouched.

where no eyes have laid.

where no words have been spoken.

in cold, solitude.

it stands, it stands tall.

over the valley,

breathing slow.

taking its time.

watching this land.

waiting, forever.

in places up high.

where no eyes see it.

though it's seen us.

it's seen us all.

atop of a throne, made of stone and dirt.

at the edge, of forgotten worlds.

the land breathes, it endures.

as the ages crumble and fall.

its breath flows, through the soil.

ancient land, healed from its wounds.

forever present.

it outlives us all.