Lake Rodney forget light once split the world in two

@Birk

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The empyrean sits once more spot among the ancient, serpentine roots of Lake Rodney’s crowning jewel — the titan oak tree that takes up majority of Lake Rodney’s island. Senescent though it is, the crown’s jewel emits a deep power, whispers of wisdom that can only fall from the lips of those that have stood the age of time, a stalwart stone resilient to the rushing waters of time that seek to alter it, to break it. For now, the titan is the starlight king’s throne as verdant gaze rises to take in the refulgence of the night sky as it yawns wide before him and the last stubborn remnants of dusk cling to the horizon in streaks of red fading pink and regal gold. There is something so ethereal about dusk that the druid loves. It is easily his favorite time of the day: the cusp of the moon swallowing the defiant sun and rising to her true and resplendent beauty. So easily is the druid lost in the map of the stars as he seeks to navigate their intricate weavings to unravel constellations or navigate his way through with the Tulwë Elen but tonight he is upon his (new) favored spot for stargazing and has no intentions of moving any time soon.

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