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The gray slate horizon. The fumes of solitude and despair spewing out over the horizon. Trees, immolated, soon to become nothing but ashes and dust. Naught shall remain, but an newly crowed wilderness of sorrow and blight.
Very good. I love the feeling it forces upon you.
Very good. I love the feeling it forces upon you.