THE DRAGON KING

Reverberations of Ages Past

The timberland murmurs in any event, when leaves lie stilled by winter's quietude. Along age-old rootways spreading farther than eye can see, stories spread as spores ride wind 'Neath bark and soil.

Here, where greenery and mushroom hold recollections more persevering than material's blurring, mumbles mix of senior days whose fogs have long covered direct survey. However through roots digging further than dreams, and contagious strings better than faerie silk, murmurs convey what green developing yet keeps in protection.

Of Antiquated Ones whose sluggish footfalls shook not even snow-hung vegetation in that frame of mind, as shadows and certain as the upcoming sunrise. Bearing eyes that shined with meadows where stars walk yet revealed, they moved with elegance allowed by fellowship since some time before seed originally knew leaf.

Also, in knolls where they accumulated, aligning Earth's profound harmonies through roots laced with the planet's heartbeat, murmurs recount further sorceries mumbled than science has understood. Charms to sustain where starvation struck or despair putrefied; glyphes that maintained nature's equilibrium when disaster undermined all delicate and blooming.

Presently, as new organization looks for Shelter 'Neath branches troubled by memory, those Old presence gravitate toward again. For any place trust covers lives from murkiness getting a handle on to gobble up all development, their guide stays certain as root's grip on soil enhancing each spring over again.

What's more, on parasitic breezes riding calm forests, a Presence blends that has strolled since before new leaves' pale fire. For any place cooperation lifts lamp against shadows, ages-old partners regard calls leaf's breath spreads quick and clear

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