Morgana stood on the high tower, watching the strong wind howl across the sleeping wasteland, year after year.
The dark night swallowed up the afterglow of the sunset bit by bit, and the night wind took away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Where the castle once stood, there are now ruins.
In places once burned by war, vegetation is gradually recovering...
Thousands of years passed quietly.
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