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Dried, brown, grasses crackle in the breeze that often reach here. A place that once held many beauties and wonders is left as a place that only harbors ill-fated memories and sorrows that threaten to shatter one's very soul. The sound of water being forced forwards and then taken back sounds clearly through out the land, giving a sense of comfort and yet fear and caution. Further from the ocean the ground is hard, dry and cracked from many paws trampling upon it. A large boulder, covered in thick, green moss, can be seen from miles away; standing tall and firm in the shallows of the water that it seemed to have sprung out from. The smell of hot, steamy air and salt water fills ones senses as they travel through here, a warning in some cases.
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