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Bove mountains two astronavigators leap towards celestial embrace

From gilded tower whispers a digital hum

Old albion's heart where white frost grips the golden hoard

From ancient root the harvest claims its price

From musk-laced air where titans forge their gilded chains

From shadows deep, a scroll uncurls, revealing gilded

The veiled scroll of ages unfurls, whispering names to the global winds