I am empty. Swollen and cold. The power of my wake is frightening. My voice is only silenced in death and often heard miles beyond my physical presence. Many times I am mild, but your attention of me should never falter, as I am uncertain. So much hides beneath my endless matter, but I take no part in seeking for artifacts. I hold stories and rumors, legends and tales. In the still of the night you will fear me.
But at a moment, when I am weakened, and you dare trespass upon my nakedness, beware! Oh beware! For I am only away to gather my strength. And at the time I am ready, nothing subdues my army. You can see the rippling white stallions leading my troops of blue to beat upon your shores.

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