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One: Please help me stranger I can’t see you however I know you are here Two: Mystery defined Their world is very unique Please be merciful Three: Memory foggy Light consumes me entirely Awoken expired Four: Nature calls to me I listen close for a sign But nothing reveals Five: Let go of me, beast Your promises are empty I won’t accept this Six: Eyes are dark and faint Feels exhaustively heavy I’m now desolate Seven: Sharp movement lingered Darkness began to consume Leaves tremble in fear Eight: The world abandoned Silent screams filled the air I’m finally home Nine: Little specks of white Amongst a bounty of r

The more he ventured through the thickness of his home The more he noticed the change of the land His eyes peered upward, realising what time of year it was again Not by his general sense of time Not by the way the forest creatures around him were acting Not even by the change of weather and temperature But because the leaves had started to turn He stared at a stray that fell so gracefully to kiss the earth’s floor In that exact moment, he began to feel lighter As if something about himself changed too He turned his head with sharp movement And his eyes revealed something that lead him to despair Year after year, without fail His leav

With a sharp blink and a rustle of his leaves Lorne found himself within the conservatory Rearing his head upward eagerly, He glared intently at the greenhouse like structure With a quick nod of self-approval he moseyed on forward He moved with ease and vigilance Searching for his destination amongst the luscious environments Suddenly, a glimmer appeared in the corner of his eye He’d found it A fountain of The Wellsprings Lorne moved closer slowly, remaining cautious With a little bit of worry and nervousness He peered into the clear sacred waters Almost surprised by the strange beast staring back at him He took a moment to admi

Graced with irregularity and beauty Yet cursed with power to ruin the rocky earth beneath her feet Asrai, forever confined to uncharted territory; Deep caves, known as her home and sanctuary. While also her victim of uncontrolled demolition They offer her refuge for her immortal being Along with a community of familiars to grant her company That allow her continue each day Spending most of her days walking in dread, She would fall to the ground and brood Always in hope that the tides would turn in her favour Perhaps one day, they would even carry her out of this place On particularly tough days, where the world seemed so bleak The shine