Like flags hurled by a belligerent foe – a call out to war, while glaciers crack in the distance like drum rolls of impending doom. Like fumes, steaming from a cauldron that brews a potion of fox tails and phoenix feathers while a witch whispers magical spells. Like ribbons, trailing from the dress … Continue reading Emerald Auroras
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