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The waters flow, the canals run, the temple swirls with an ocean’s swirl.
The denizens sit by the water’s side, observing the liquid’s current and its bed of pearl.
The temple sits upon a network of rivers, the heart of all things fluid.
It was founded upon the work of a single all-knowing druid.
People flocked to this temple of water, immersing themselves in its calming streams.
They say those who sleep by the river’s side will be visited by the spirits in their dreams.
These spirits of water, goddesses of the river, lakes, and flow, bless those who pay their due.
But then there are those who do not, those who abuse the waters and don’t think things through.
Those who taint the stream, who paw at its bed of pearl, who squabble over the plentiful resource.
The spirits would punish them, torment them, destroy them, and for this, there was no recourse.
Those who tainted the stream would be tainted themselves, poisoned by their own actions.
Those who reached for the bed of pearls would be pulled under, laid to bed for their infractions.
Those who squabbled and hoarded what was plentiful would be left with nothing.
No water would fill their cup, no liquid would clean their bodies, they say it was crushing.
Lessons learned may ease their punishment, but no one was said to be truly free.
The waters flow openly for all to partake, but they cannot be claimed, the same as the sea.
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Treat the water well and it will treat you well. Treat the water poorly and you'll suffer as well.
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