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From the legend of the giant who fell in love with the moon. He knelt and cried tears of joy at the very sight of her. Yet every morning they turned to bitter weeping that she had gone. So he climbed the highest mountain he could find so that he could watch her longer. For years he knelt and wept until the mountain, in despair over his grief, turned him into stone. Yet you can still see his flow of tears.

From the legend of the giant who fell in love with the moon. He knelt and cried tears of joy at the very sight of her. Yet every morning they turned to bitter weeping that she had gone. So he climbed the highest mountain he could find so that he could w

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Hidden shrines lay in the depths of the forests of the world. Oft to gods and saints that now lay long forgotten in the sands of Time.