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The North way of Sabor (WIP)

At the heart of a timeless compass of stone and metal, an impossible life has taken root. Titanic roots intertwine with frozen mechanisms, a strange harmony of nature and technology.The island no longer moves, its giant needle pointing tirelessly north. In its depths, the crystals still whisper the echo of a forgotten power.This silent testament is a map of an unwritten story, its secrets buried beneath centuries of silence. Who built this machine, and why was it left this way?