With a wave of her hand, the bricks fell into place like synchronized underwater ballet dancers. The druidess walked away, admiring her creation, feeling that it significantly surpassed that fancy-schmancy Stonehenge down south. People would question her magnum opus for thousands of years, and even write drabbles about it. However, she had to move quickly, her moss green sheep’s wool spun robe floated above the Elysian landscape, giving the illusion that she was levitating. On the edge of her vision, she saw a band of armored Roman soldiers, ready to make another conquest, unafraid to destroy everything in their wake.
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