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"Far off the well-walked roads and the metal rails of the civilized world, and even farther than any known woodland, the earth churns in deep, blotted overgrowth. Beneath the barrows of the forest, two sisters from a wayward tribe hide away with the children of the wilds.

They were born in the depths of earth, and while their kin rose to meet the Sun, they detested the vanities and rules of those who had conquered the land above. They abandoned their family and in turn found a new one; a mother in the form of a great fertile valley where forlorn spectres gathered.

Their mother cradled the ghosts of nature; lost sprites of the flora and stone greedily eaten by the kingdoms under the Sun. Using the knowledge of their wayward tribe they made a great earthen kiln from which anchoring vessels could be sown from clay. Severed sprites from near and far came to find rest within the valley thanks to the Sisters.”

“Let the cruel Sun beat down upon those who embrace it-- we are free of his venom. Our Rhythm echoes truer and our Kiln shines prouder.”

Description
"Far off the well-walked roads and the metal rails of the civilized world, and even farther than any known woodland, the earth churns in deep, blotted overgrowth. Beneath the barrows of the forest, two sisters from a wayward tribe hide away with the children of the wilds.

They were born in the depths of earth, and while their kin rose to meet the Sun, they detested the vanities and rules of those who had conquered the land above. They abandoned their family and in turn found a new one; a mother in the form of a great fertile valley where forlorn spectres gathered.

Their mother cradled the ghosts of nature; lost sprites of the flora and stone greedily eaten by the kingdoms under the Sun. Using the knowledge of their wayward tribe they made a great earthen kiln from which anchoring vessels could be sown from clay. Severed sprites from near and far came to find rest within the valley thanks to the Sisters.”

“Let the cruel Sun beat down upon those who embrace it-- we are free of his venom. Our Rhythm echoes truer and our Kiln shines prouder.”