From the Yawning Gulf

I can feel it within me

Like a flame in the void

Quenched with the ice of patience

Formed from the body of a colossus


Out of the abyss

Flowed the blood of creation

Roots sink into it

Drinking for growth


Sprung from lifeblood

The tree of thought grew

Bearing the fruit of tales

Feeding all who would reach upwards


Far the seeds will spread

Of the fruit of the tree of the blood of creation

Feeding all who would partake

Satisfying their inner void

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"Approaching the docks, we heard the violent smashing of wood and the clanging of metal being pounded through the cold veil of white mist that hung in the air by the coast. With a sudden gust, the pale haze cleared to reveal a beast from the brine like none I had seen before or after my time on Kioshell Island. It was roughly the same size as the fishing ship that had ferried me here and was in the process of tearing apart a vessel of similar proportions with a cold fury, pausing only to fling away huge bits of debris or adjust the monstrous maw that was its shell: the living, partially decomposed head of a sky serpent.."