The Mists which consume
 
Little remains but shadows of our homelands, I fear.
 
"....Indeed, little but shadows remain of cousin lands.
Fragments perhaps, each less than the whole previous.
For all I find, little else is.
But my eyes adapt poorly to that which is hidden.
Others exist, perhaps ...perhaps indeed.
I search yes, but little else my eyes survey.
Further reach I dare not, as time taken of sanctuary protection.
...Assist me...
Seek that which is hidden, find homelands survived.
 Return, inform such as I may extend further protection.
And rebuild anew our task complete...."
 
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