Athel Loren
Down the path, beneath the trees,
Where asrai dwell, fair and free.
Beastmen are caught unawares,
The wood, most humans do beware.
…
Words trees speak, yet not heard,
There is no sound of wind or birds.
Try to keep up with fading whispers,
Fan-Eltharin's like a tongue twister.
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Down the path, no longer free,
Trapped by time, between the trees.
Athel Loren's where you'll be,
Trapped here for eternity.