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beauty is in the eye's of the beholder, I love it, old, showing signs of use, where has it been, secrets it holds, mystery to be told. Like old people, a life they lived a mystery, until, you smile and talk to them and see their beauty in there used life in their words, in their face, in the youth that still shines, from their eyes
The rusted lock was forgotten like many places in this abandoned city. Looking to see if he was followed, he broke the lock and stepped into a land that had been lost for centuries. The Land of the Ancients, where anything was possible now lay before him. He wouldn't be in the dark any longer.