>>5422469>I have it.Reeds and tall grasses wave in the southern swamps. The onager brays on the steppe. On the shores of the upper sea, the cedars fight against the billowing wind. In the mountains, the oaks send their roots down, deep into the earth. In the city, bricks and stones turn underfoot, shards of pottery and lumps of clay.
>The vision dims. [1-40]>I see it. [41-60]>I feel it. [61-80]>I know it. [81-100] 