The emerald dome has a way of making one feel a bit better than they were before.
There is a poem for every person in every mood inscribed on it’s walls, always ready to impart laughter or solace.
When there is no canopy in all the world to shelter from the storm, it’s lit fire provides warmth for perpetuity.
Even when the dome’s pillars crumple under the weight of the flags it bears, the eternal foundation still stands, unmoved.
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