White Forest
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White Forest
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White Forest

At the edge of the festivity the white forest calls,
with its cold and passivity filling the worldly halls.
Trees whispering in the wind spirits rushing out and in,
warming souls damaged and pinned making them feel
again. This is the power of the forest to bring things
into harmony, like the singing of a chorus bringing
voices toward eternity.

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