The Elf Wizard turned to face the sea. The rolling waves called to him. The sound of their crashing a sweet lullaby from faintly remembered dreams. His journey had led him far and wide over this globe that hangs by a spider's web in the vast dark ocean of the night. Here, where the water meets the land, he finds solace on his ever-beginning adventure. He stands a moment longer, drinking in the coolness of the ocean spray, then hoisting his magic staff he heads north following the coast as much as he may until it turns into mountains that loom like jagged teeth in the gleam of the sun.
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