An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - As I gaze upon chaos I see a quiet beauty dancing throughout, weaving its way between man & beast.
It reminds me of the day the world fell and reformed itself & yet, the bones of the old world remain, reminders of what life once was.
Now we gather at the Hearth, sharing stories of what was lost. We find outselves in a new world haunted by the old.
It's strange knowing we stand at the beginning of a new cycle, brimming with endless possibilities & I find myself curious to see what life has in store for us
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