Under an amber moon, they rise from the cold soil to find their home once again.
The hollow hills whisper in anticipation of a prophecy being fulfilled.
Creatures hidden in the forest creep along to see the sea of Wombats shuffle slowly.
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Under an amber moon, they rise from the cold soil to find their home once again.
The hollow hills whisper in anticipation of a prophecy being fulfilled.
Creatures hidden in the forest creep along to see the sea of Wombats shuffle slowly.