My myth is born of the sea.
The never ending water.
I flow with it.
In warmth, I climb to the sky.
When the cold comes, I plunge into the earth and sleep there.
For a while.
I do not seem like much.
But this body has sewn so much destruction and despair around the continent.
It is feared in some places. Adored in others.
Absent in most.
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