[lostrozen]

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Changed fauna traipses at the edge of the fields, and spreads no further. Where the eternal Spring of the pastoral city takes root, no such corruption lingers in the moments leading up to whatever rises near Arcadia's premises. Yet this Spring, too, does not remain idle, as new blooms rise in the wake of a certain coronation. Quiet songs inspire growth anew, as a contingent of Arcadian forces prepares for a march in response to whatever may be coming.

Not overlooked are such trespasses, so close to the city's borders.