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Steep rock frames the distant form as your feet break through the rusted remains of what came before. Metal splinters and dances in the breeze as the dust sweeps it away. Figures grow closer as you journey, their masks reflecting the display of carnage as it whips through the air. Home is in sight. UBWU
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Sorry for no site updates lately, but I have been busy with reworking the site ONCE AGAIN and other things you'll see in some time soon ^_^
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