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Post by sidekick on May 26, 2007 11:14:45 GMT -5
There are no more people here. Just the whistling of a wind intent on collapsing mostly intact structures sitting around so it can get at a gold bird man statue that sits in the center. The statue is of Anism, who ancient civilizations believed to be the god of war. He has his hands upraised to the air in a fashion that leaves one uncertain if he is grasping or holding them in supplication while he extends one wing to the north, where the temple built in his honor still lies.
This market square is a good place to reflect on life with it's sun mosaic pattern, the rays pointing as a compass rose would.
Fighting is allowed.
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