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moment of declaration of existence
The bearded old man emerged from nothingness, his wide wings sprawling like black sails, cutting through the pale clouds. His crimson head represented a drop of hot blood in a cold landscape, his eyes bearing a history of unity and victory. He descended to declare his dominance over this colony.Below him, where his eyes descended, the truth of time was revealed in stark contrast: towering cedar trees breathing greenery, living testaments to the inextinguishable power of life, standing next to dry, crooked trunks, bare wooden ruins, like arms succumbing to the horror of the years and the tattoo of time's curse. With every flapping of his wings, the silent predator announced his loud, complete presence. His story with these mysterious atmospheres and with the ancient cedars is far from over. It is the spirit of the place that has not grown old, descending to tell again tales that no one else dared to whisper.
moment of declaration of existence
The bearded old man emerged from nothingness, his wide wings sprawling like black sails, cutting through the pale clouds. His crimson head represented a drop of hot blood in a cold landscape, his eyes bearing a history of unity and victory. He descended to declare his dominance over this colony.Below him, where his eyes descended, the truth of time was revealed in stark contrast: towering cedar trees breathing greenery, living testaments to the inextinguishable power of life, standing next to dry, crooked trunks, bare wooden ruins, like arms succumbing to the horror of the years and the tattoo of time's curse. With every flapping of his wings, the silent predator announced his loud, complete presence. His story with these mysterious atmospheres and with the ancient cedars is far from over. It is the spirit of the place that has not grown old, descending to tell again tales that no one else dared to whisper.