Fate-revealing guts loosed from pink cases, one swift gladius cut.
Dream drawn to Amenti’s starlit halls, past lives recalled
Birds cawing in awesome chorus
Stall before soaring, dawnspawn above thornpaw God-haunted flatlands
Following saltdrawn ley lines to a grand tomb
Beneath where the Sphinxlion’s lazy left paw looms.
Alchemisland 
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