A plentitude of years, the land had aged, and lo the king took his rest.
Both beings of rock and people— bowed their heads. Words unspoken from their lips, all for the respect of the king. Wishing a well rest.
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And so the king was no longer sat on the throne, all that was left was the soft cushion and mirroring shine of the golden skin of the known pedestal.
The land grew lost.
Calling to the heavens, on their knees to pray for another that fit the throne. Another great mind to open hearts and guide misled souls.
The king didn't had a son, nor daughter— not even a beloved to take his place.
Before his highness' departure, leaving a message for the people of the land.
"Choose wisely, fret is a naught. One of which, our two creators— one who shalt be chosen to rule.
He who shalt be chosen to continue to breathe life into our world
He who— shalt be chosen to be your guidance
He who— wilt carve a new wonder for thee
if 't be true thee hadst madeth thy choice, the crown wilt beest rightfully his
Thy choicæ līke makæ thy future, inlēten hẹ̄rte creatātī̆f heartſ dī thee weī̆ple."
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