Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: The Hand That Flies High Above The Snowy Peaks Of The Towering Mountain About Which Floats A Light Mist The Call Of The Wild Eagle Echoes Rebounding On The Sheer Surface Of The Polished Stone. They Sore Up Into The Deep Endless Sky Traveling Through The Air At Phenomenal Speeds Peircing Through Clouds With One Thing In Mind. Home They Have Lived In The Rarified Air Of The Blue Skies For Mellenias Thus They Hunted, Banded, Though Today, Only Few Remain But Alas, It Is They Who Are Hunted By The Human Hand Not Only Earth And Sea, Now The Skies Are Pleagued By Their Wickedness No Doubt They Will Come Extinct In A Few Centuries And Our Blue Skies Will Only Be Filled With White Clouds! Cypher . iMPERiAL
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