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Dust flies through the air.
The Weightless strings scintillating reminders of unknown struggles.
Antediluvian fields caked with crimson.
Encased in frigid air sw*llowed by northern ice.
Within the glacial rocks their message still lies. Resting undisturbed,
In a permanent state of torpor.
Primodial civilizations vast in scope.
Diminished by a fatal flaw.
Competed for dominion. Their fate-unobserved.
Their warning-unheeded.
Artists and philosophers achievements,
Musicians works of art Cast aside by lust.
What they were now is lost. Consumed by time, sealed for eternity.
A frozen catacomb their sole legacy.
The haughty creed of vanglorious lords.
Locked their fate in the lovely cold.