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Northern Limit
The sadness wells out of the cracks of the deep underground and blurs in the splits of the dead Islands.
Here Cold Silent Northern limit The sky is dark and heavy No sound is heard Snowstorm rages In the narrow frozen Islands The spark glistened there is Just an illusion No aurora can be seen either At the remotest of tundra Blizzard terrifies Total directions