Floating free, im in need of nothing. A pure nothing that does not speak. A nothing obscure and warming. The false light of the nearing dawn. The fallen trees surround.

I seek naught but the beauty found in the tiniest of moments.

Wolven howls haunt my magic dance.

What has been will always be.

The voice of Gaea guides me well.

I am not led astray.

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