She glides through the sky, ever graceful and gleaming like a black sun. She comes across the Peaks of Pity - she feels thier shiver. A crying echo in the distance sing out for pity - through the mist she dances...
Ever draped in the darkness of the clouds, eternally laced in the nightly sky - The Peaks of Punishment reign. The earth an eerie flood of death and decay.
The Peak of Punishment, of Eternal Weeping, lies dominent amongst the sweeping clouds.
Forlorn and falling lie the trees - few grow here, Leaves of withering aches, roots baying out for help. Flowers never seed - colour exists as none. Theh sun never shines - only the moon exists here, an eerie dot of helplessness. Only the darkness can filter through. Beauty once embraced this barren land - now only suffering and death entwine in this acrid ancient air.
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