Fields folding, closeing and opening row after row.
Plowed dark soil turned inside out.
Trees naked, yes you see beyond.
Branches stretching like arms into the sky, praying to the gods above.
Roots unseen reaching for the devils dwelling spots.... Where the heat is lifeless.
A cold mist shelding everything alive like a breath from morning elfs.
No human to be seen, just vast landscapes and chilling silencess.
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