Upon gazing at the clear sky with light cirrus clouds drifting slowly with the breezes. A mere glance across a pool of water reveals an obsidian mountain with light patches of melted snow. Green meadow springs surround and the beauty is awe-inspiring.

However not quite as humbling as the two pools of dark brown symmetrically side by side the small hill. They glisten with delight more often with the flow of laughter and passion. South of the mountain lies a cave. Welcoming and warm. The sedimentary rock changes form with the tides of joy, sorrow and surprise. The pliable formation curves ever so slightly unveiling the ivory stalagmites. This is when the terrain is the most beautiful.

I can see why Echoes call for this landscape.

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