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BEACONS

Fuel taken from the forest, a stick for each soul, fed to the cairn’s fire.

Then, an answering glow from the south’s sugared peaks. A glimmer to the north in the mourning night.

Red light on water, radiating from this crown, tracing the subtle body of your isle.

Just imagine it.