Walking up this mound of crimson earth, a pile of brances lay lifeless. Static without motion, the winds also come to a halt here. The sun blazes and continues to heat all that sits under it.
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Walking up this mound of crimson earth, a pile of brances lay lifeless. Static without motion, the winds also come to a halt here. The sun blazes and continues to heat all that sits under it.