in one ear the darkelvenmage whispers to me
of frigid oceans and frozen shores
glossy raven wings and the howling of wolves
the silver sickle moon rising above jagged mountains
and in the other the Mother Cat, Lady of Flame
murmurs of shifting sands and ancient temples
swift hunting cats and the laughter of jackals
of a sun like liquid gold baking the red land
and I am the wanderer, oh
I am the wanderer

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