The calm & serene atmosphere of the City,
It's enchanting layers of history embedded in it's people & culture
Nothing is forgotten or forsaken,
The ancestors mark left on ancient & imperial lands.
Covered up with the dust of the modern world
Old stories lay half-figured out by the people of the future.
The ancient Gods and deities that governed over the Middle Earth,
Now nothing but legends & myths.
But, if one was to look close enough & feel
There is the undercurrent of power that's still humming.
It flow's with nature and runs everywhere
As high as the mountains
And as far as the sea.
This is only true, if one pays attention.
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