Wise Dragon - Gaia Chronicles

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In the heart of the Earth, secrets sleep…
Mountains breathe memories…
Rivers murmur forgotten songs…
The chronicles of Gaia… waiting to awaken.

Beneath the veils of time they altered,
Cities of Tartaria rise in my mind’s eye.
The Tree of Life once stood unbroken,
Now silent, shattered by unseen hands.
The skies were open, rivers pure…
And then the shadows fell.

Through cycles of ages, whispers remain,
In art, in music, in ruins of the past.
They tried to erase it, to rewrite our stories,
But Gaia remembers…
Every stone, every river, every mark on the land,
Holds the truth that cannot die.

Invaders poisoned the waters,
Blinded our eyes, bound our minds.
Yet the soul remembers, the spirit sees,
The hidden path to freedom lies beneath the lies.

Chronicles of Gaia…
Stories the world forgot…
In shadows and ruins…
In whispers of stone…
The Earth speaks…
And the soul listens.

From Great Lechia to icy far lands,
Portals of truth shimmer faintly,
Ancient knowledge waits to awaken,
The cycles turn, and the world remembers.

Chronicles of Gaia…
Hidden, yet alive…
Through hearts, through lives, through memory…
The Earth whispers…
And waits for us to see.

The Tree will rise…
Truth remains…
Gaia awakens…
And the chronicles endure…
Through time, through silence…
Forever.