I was on the quest for a missing explorer. It was my forth fruitless day flying over Antarctica. I was close to giving up, then when I looked out of the plane window…below me, spread out for miles was a city.
In the centre of the city, a gold, leviathanesque Viking statue stood. There was a crystal castle wrapped with overtaken ivy. Wounds lay on the roof from the previous war. An azure flowing canal stretched out in to the distance. How could this be?
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