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Cracked Plateaus

Dry and Wind Swept Land of Spices

A world both above, among the spicey breeze and crackling sun, and a world bellow, among the shadowy canyons and trickling rivers. A land of opposites, and philosophies of stillness.


Spice Breeze

Fragrence of the Winds

The wind of seasonal becomings blows across the Cracked Plateaus, tingling everyone's sense of smell.


A spoon? But what is a whelk to a prawn I might ask, my dear chap?

- Sir Froogled