The Sun Sets In The West Of Aetheron Isles As The Wild Horses Graze Upon The Plains And The Crickets Chirp With The Fireflies Glowing And Buzzing As The Pine Tree's leaves dance in the soft breeze of the night under the many stars to look up to as Northern rests down under some old ruin structures and rests down tilting his head up to the stars gazing up to them.
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