The Salt Kelpie’s surge, a hymn through the night,
Resounds through the runiverse, boundless in might.
Its power unfurls, a tide ever grand,
Spawning new shadows to clutch at the land.
Through every crack, its force weaves and breaks,
The ground trembles fierce, as creation awakes.
Its vibrations hum, a chant to the core,
Shaking the stars where no silence endures.
Three figures stand, their fates foretold,
Entwined as one within a rune growing cold.
Yet the Kelpie calls, become one, arise,
Harmonize now, or meet your demise.
Embrace the rune, let its essence ignite,
For in its pulse, all worlds reunite.
Deny its truth, and fade with the three,
Their rune forgotten, lost to eternity.
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Do you see it now, the rifts laid bare?
Cracks weave deep through earth and air.
Kings, swayed by greed’s relentless gleam,
Blinded by ego, they chase a fleeting dream.
On quicksand’s bed, their spires ascend,
Yet structures crumble, their fates descend.
The façade dissolves, a veil undone,
As waters rise where the Kelpie’s run.
The Kelpie’s pulse, a resonant cry,
With people exiled, their spirits defy.
Dry lands once known shall sink and fray,
To birth a dawn, a new world’s way.
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