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It
crowns
its great
mountaintops
into glimmering
gold, cascading into emerald valleys that fill the air with warmth,
grazing
its atmosphere
with exotic
sounds of birds, echoing through a golden sky.
As shadows quickly retreat
into the
land of
the dead and
great temples are chiseled out from the early morning golden light of a
rising sun,
that moves
across
temple walls and
pylons in its conquest, revealing a nation of long ago, captured by
time, where vast
armies fall into bewildering silence to the besieging sounds of sorrow and
cries of grief that grip a continent and plunge it into darkness. As remaining
shadows take their prize, the light enters the giant temple, were multitudes
gather in honor of the most high, a wise ruler known as the enlightened
one over kings, is majestically composed after his death, before an unparalleled
funeral procession, as the light travels across its polished alabaster temple
floors passing quickly through high priest, holy man, commanders of the
guard, generals and kings. The light suddenly slows, to the splendor of
the Atlantean Pharaoh were he still sits upon his throne. Swiftly the light
reaches and reclaims its own from the shadows of the land of the dead, and
rises with the sun over the lost city of Atlantis. |