Snow-capped, pristine as the Realm above, Glistening brightly as the Sun greets her, Tranquil and undisturbed, pure as a dove, Yet Chaos is not unknown to her, As she shrouds the graves of unfulfilled dreams; Of winning her, with her white shroud.
The Summit 5 (1)
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