[IMG] ------------------------------------- The snows are falling, driven by cold, sharp winds and an unseen darkness. Winter is poised to fall across all of Westeros, as it will be, here in the Lands of Always Winter. I fall into my greendreams more and more, and it is rare that I grace the waking world with my remaining eye, and evermore I can hear the song of the earth as the Children do, even if I cannot speak it. I am we, and we are the weirwoods... and we see all. My dreams are...
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