Where humble folk have built their base
find quiet rest in this peaceful place

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Sheltered from the desert’s glare
life persists in the scorching air

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Where dragons of sky and lava call home
not far from a harsh and unforgiving biome

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At a deserted pond where phantoms whip by
whispers heard when the moon is high


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Skim stands watch where few dare tread
a stone pillar remains where life has fled

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In Secluded ground where few have tread
the ocean mourns the long-lost dead

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By the shore stone pillars rise
where the ancients met their demise

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An ancient ritual where fates are Sealed
at a place where all can be revealed

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Where frost bites hard and winds may moan
one peak stands proud, forever alone

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Bones of titans cold and vast
a frozen tale from ages past.