[poem]

This plane has been ravaged by spells and by storms.

To this day we scavenge to rebuild our forms.

The world is rebuilding from its deadly last age,

The mountains reform with a flip of the page.

Survivors have written in their diaries

Of the horrors they wrought that brought life to its knees.

Generations to come should act better, they say

Lest we get a repeat of the horrid Last Day.

From dragons to faeries, we all slowly healed

And ventured outside to recall how it feels.

The infinite chasms that were marring the lands

Are slowly refilled with all our helping hands.

The manticore sat next to mortals in peace

Only once they’re all fixed will it continue its feasts.

The phoenix has risen, and so too shall the earth

To continue its cycle, from demise to rebirth.