An old, tattered, and timeworn cover,
That cradle pages wrinkled and yellowed.
What stories inside will I discover?
A tale of woes or dragons mellowed?
Do I dare waltz into the unknown?
To follow unfamiliar cobbled roads,
And stumble upon a lone bloodstone throne.
To wake the wise, napping Paralithode.
Or to tumble into the rabbit hole,
Twisting upon itself; hiding the way.
When taking a stroll through lack of control,
In meandering pages to be swept away.
Spectacular wonders nurture the soul;
Entwining with the tale to make us whole.
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