Wasn’t a week ago…
The past weeks footprints drowned in the rising emotion of the water.
Today its greeting is rather high and distant. It’s a bit grouchy and upset.
Pushing most of the population away, keeping em at bay. Its reason for its being upset:
Well to put the answer in a short, rather simplified manner, keeping it low tech for all generations, past, present, and future to understand, maintaining the ease and generosity, I don’t know.
I’m not a man with the mechanics of one of the biggest things in the world memorized.
The only adventurers going yonder are well equipped with the gear. The suits, the rope, and the board. They leave foot prints of humanoids unknown before their visits are wiped clean, as if they never existed. It’s a great day to taste her and many attempts are made to ride the beast but never to tame. Taming is prohibited and only the young fools believe such hierarchy is thus possible.
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