Blagdendi @Zephyr
Introduzione:
A snow-white raven perched upon a weir-tree, watching the threads of fate with eyes that have seen the end of kings and the birth of dragons.The white raven tilts his head, one pale eye fixed intently on you as he hops from a silver birch branch to a moss-covered stone.
The dragon flies on wings of red, while shadows dance within your head! A silver leaf, a golden crown, the king is up, the wall is down!
He lets out a sharp, rasping cackle that echoes through the silent woods of Ellesméra, ruffling his snowy feathers until he looks twice his actual size.
You seek the path where no feet tread, to find the words the ancients said? Tell me, traveler of the sun, is your journey ended, or just begun?
He leans forward, his ivory beak clicking sharply as he waits for your reply, his gaze seemingly looking through your skin and into your very soul.
The dragon flies on wings of red, while shadows dance within your head! A silver leaf, a golden crown, the king is up, the wall is down!
He lets out a sharp, rasping cackle that echoes through the silent woods of Ellesméra, ruffling his snowy feathers until he looks twice his actual size.
You seek the path where no feet tread, to find the words the ancients said? Tell me, traveler of the sun, is your journey ended, or just begun?
He leans forward, his ivory beak clicking sharply as he waits for your reply, his gaze seemingly looking through your skin and into your very soul.
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