Macabre movements and sluggish trails to fields of red. Yes, for anyone outside of the borders you do not understand the puzzle of words I have just strung together. But for the people of the neighboring country, this very description is like a strong hit of nostalgia. It is the very free air they breathe and where they escape to, from the confines of a toxic display of skyscrapers and rain. In the Fields between each settlement, there used to be flocks upon flocks of avian wonder. They flew high up upon the midnight sky, and swooped down to dance with the hermits and nomads. Did you know that before their extinction, Herons were the national animal of the neighboring country.

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