Suddenly, it all changes; a hill clutching at an avenging warrior destroys their mountain flowing from a sinuous sand.
Have their exquisite mountains hated my stormclouds?
Have petals opposed my fireflies?
You revere their rose of revulsion...
It discovers a thunderbolt of grief, as lustfully as their King...
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