This was an exercise I did to see if I could encapsulate the finer points of my entire manuscript into less than a paragraph, so here goes:
In the land of endless night
where moonlit meadows whisper plights
and lovers lapse in stormy rites
Three warriors set out to cross
the thickened Fog where much is lost
Only when the five are found
can Ia claim her hallowed ground
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