Arcadia I found these words buried deep underground, tempting me as I wandered through grassy pastures, humming honey-smooth lullabies to the wind. My toes reached for the dirt, the arcane cocoon of language, of thought invaded my mind as I observed my surroundings. The ground squelched, and the heartbeat thrumed the steady rhythm of Acadia— deep green sleeping sounds. I swayed gently, allowing myself to slip into a trance and be taken away, away from this reality, moving towards the promised land. The Pillars of Salt Staff
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