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Beyond the distant seas, lies a place unbeknownst to man
Where the great lands of yore, are ever-so teeming with life
The skies so vast, and the trees ever-so tall, they stand
Its flora and fauna; flourishing about, the endless day and night
Here lies great wonder and mystical splendor, as it should
Set your sights and venture off into the Willowing Woods
Where the lands grow green, and life shines as bright as day
In the Ever-Verdant Grove, will you find nature's enshrouding essence
The trees: twisted, and robust; while the vines hanging from up high away
Lush hedges nestling throughout the grove, all the while being enveloped by a sweet radiance
A chirping fills the air, whilst the common Finklesprouts florally flourish
As life inevitably persists, 'til the day cometh it ceases to nourish.
An Autumn hue paints the land in vermilion and solemnity
Amidst the Scarlet Brushwoods, the pines encompass, all the while with a gentle breeze
Its trees upright and its wood ever-sturdy; basked in red-orange fertility
As the steles of stone lay firm among the dried-out lands; only to weather in the end of eternities
A free land, though a desolate land, sits peacefully within the Woods
As it carries on a lingering memory that shall pass on for the greater good.
Rippling throughout these lively lands, do the waters spread far out
As the Thistlereeds sit idly by; meandering among the Sapphire Springlakes
The ponds so clear and fresh, while the springs clad in rock - atop and about
Its trenches and tunnels, ever-deep and occult, that are worthy of sealing one's fate
Torrents and tides, cascading from above, as they fall by the lakes so serene
While crystalline azure wreathes the surface and depths: enthralling the eyes of the keen.
Logs and moss of putrid stench befoul this murky land
Throughout the terrains of Muckmire Bog, it reeks of the filth so fetid
The waters ever-deep and ever-so-rancid; not even the common Bitzerfly can withstand
The grasslands as musty, while the acid geysers as corrosive, and the trees ever-slender and insipid
Brambled vines and sludges of moss; all the while shadowed by a thick olive-green fog
Though somber it may be, a light and mellow radiance envelops the bog.
Sprouting shrooms of mellow glow illuminate this land so-obscure
Delving deep within the Lumenspore Forests, fraught with enigmatic wonder
Shrooms big and small; ever-tall and short; emanate of gleaming cyan, so pure
The Stalksap trees all spiraling and wilting, whilst the Glowbugs float around with their luster
O the Bloomshrooms, and the Gloomshrooms, live o so amiably amongst themselves
Betwixt this forest of candescent gloom, that shall thrive for as long as time may tell.
Amidst this plane of life, there too lies the hollow caress of death
For deep within The Ashenlands resides a lifeless chasm of the scourged and enfeebled
The skies ever bleak and black; the lands, distraught with ashen-gray, stand barren and bereft
Whilst the trees streaked with baleful crimson stand there; all withering and sorrowful
A pestilent abode of the Zetherwings; flying fiends of murderous dread
With grievous beaks and searing talons, they scavenge and feast on the lowly dead.
Across the distant forests, wetlands, and groves; behold an archaic beacon of providence
To which all life transpires, The Tree of Life stands perpetually before it all
Its olden roots spread far and wide these lands; ever vast and immense
Through the fathomless course of time, has it withstood countless calamities to befall
So long as it remains fast, the Woods shall forevermore thrive and prosper
So set foot on this verdant realm, and see what it has to offer.
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Whispers of the Willowing Woods
FantasyFar beyond the seething seas, lies a place of verdant wonder: The Willowing Woods. Here, you'll encounter all sorts of creatures, each with their own stories to tell. Venture into the Ever-Verdant Grove to hear a story of long-sought friendship. Tre...
