A sleeping giant,
once a furnace of fury,
now a crater's eye,
reflecting the sky's soft blue.
Ash-laden winds,
a memory etched in the landscape,
a ghost of fire,
a silent testament,
to the earth's raw, untamed power.
Lake waters emerald and deep,
a tranquil surface,
hiding the scars below,
a fragile peace,
born from violent rebirth.
Lahar's ghostly trails,
carved into the valleys,
ribbons of stone,
a reminder of the flow,
the...
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