Moving towards the sound and lights of the trains,
The kobold comes to a great ToadFrog looking into a black reflection pond.
"I'm a beautiful creature,
what do you know? You can't even speak right. "
the kobold realized that there are no words when witnessing all the stories of the reflections.
Burning embers interrupt her beautiful reflection,
the hissing STEAM smells of morning mist.
The pain from grasping the Ember moves the feet buried in the muck.
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