Out of Pity through thousands of years, Valdurech watched Balgordon Weep
In which they began upon what they should not have, rewriting the distortion of time's keep
And disobeying the order of all that came to behold with anger without way to subside
And so did Valdurech begin to fade, it's spirit breaking as it's core died
But the world had returned as all had once been
And hidden within each and every being, art thrived within the forgotten, an impossible memory to each kin.
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