L81.追憶古戰場

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My final task in life, to walk with poetry,
For only verse can tame the stormy mountains.

On the Plateau.

The wolves reside alone.
They lick their comrades' bodies,
And yet they wander still.

The elephant stampede leaves scars behind,
It carries off the history, blood and tears.

* Once quest is complete, read this book to report back

(You touch the blank area underneath and more carved writing emerges.)

Life calls out:

"This is my death."

The pain is great,
But you shall not forget.

(Something seems to resonate within you, but you can't quite pin it down.)

Though all life on this Plateau,
Though all song on mountains high,
Might one day...

One day...

* Continuing reading will take you to the next chapter