Humans are creatures of wonder and little mystery when seen from a distance: The essence of a group can be easily shared with another in a small amount of solar revolutions, and their ways are peculiarly similar in spite of their different faces and the noises that they make.
There was a city in a land of Alû, a city of white marble and shiny tiles that stretched themselves in every road and every path that led to the city and that traversed its arteries. The city was simply known as Leu — and a city of greatness and movement it was since its first day — surrounded by mountains of obsidian horrors and skies swarming in ash. Many a traveler found the need to discover the beauty of the white stone with which Leu was constructed, and even in recent times did the eternal white manage to draw beauty and beings to the entrails of the city…
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