A low haze rolls over the dewy landscape. Long blades of grass sway unsteadily in the soft breeze; weak sunlight pierces the rugged sky. Its rays illuminating flickering silhouettes dancing on the rock face. Likeminded spirits transcend the liminal space – finding one another, weaving themselves together in patterns older than memory. A fledging tranquillity sets upon the gathering as darkness falls. Black is the end, but the end always implies a new beginning. A nascent legacy – leave more than bones.
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