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The Wastelands

Forests of twisted and stunted trees
Rivers of blood up to the knees
Waterless soil that with salt has been sown,
Few trees cast no shade for the traveler lone.
Here in the Wastelands the monsters do roam,
And after you enter, you can never go home.
For once past the crossroads you are at Hecate's whim,
And every path out only leads you back in.
So welcome to the Wastelands, my foolish one.
I'll remember your face when your bones bleach in the sun

Ä Felyne