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Bubbling and flowing ever onwards the river of lava cuts through the tropical jungle, plumes of sulfuric smoke rising into the canopy threatening to choke any avian that gets too close out of the sky. Few crossing points survive long here, with wood and stone alike being swiftly collapsed into the amber tide.
Carved, grown, or transmogrified, many have debated the origins of these colossal manus, but whoever or whatever created them one thing is clear, they had no intention of them being shifted, chains reaching down toward rocks, anchored deep into the core.
These chains serve another purpose, however, providing a teetering but permanent crossing over these flows for anyone constrained to the ground..
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Cheezman Dan
2021-05-28 18:58:29 +0000 UTC