When complemented with a single gust of wind,
The skies respond to the martyrdom of any adventurous traveler across the desert's flat lands.
The clouds smile towards the horizon, beyond the forest of dark desires
Where the wind takes the travelers overwhelmed by the greed and all the illusions.
Mitt Harlow unveils his sword shining above the golden flat lands
As he casts lightning that cut the sky on trial for grievous beings, enfeebled and poor of life and will, martyred by the false gold of the Zhivan desert
Mitt Harlow ordered gates to be raised as big as the walls, and their beauty to be unbelievable!
He ordered one hundred and twenty-six trees to curl along the riverbed of Qfist,
It should be full of leaves as red as fire.
Abandoned on their own luck for a minute of rest from the wind.
And four incorruptible sentinels were elevated, each larger than the walls and the dome, and their weapons were security and justice.
They saw everything and everyone, foreigners and residents.
They saw the lightning illuminate the red of the skies like shining blades from the sun.
And Mitt Harlow proclaimed victory for Vertlet!
And none of them, none of its inhabitants, knew anything.
Because silence was worth gold!
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VERTLET - The Utopic Tale
FantasyA Utopian tale A Utopia is an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. It may refer to a city or a world, in some cases a universe being possible both in the future and in the present, but in a parallel. It can also be used...
