Open gates of winds, an eerie of chosen magic times. Forest's blood... foggy black above deep, dark, dense, never-ending forests of mythical heights and atmospheres... Carved by water and stone, from the mountain's realm. Then quickened! Forever! Green fir's burgeon, gobbled, stained. Embodied. Unchained! Early though the dew and fog. Dew on the
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