In Elmore Junior High, on a lovely day in Elmore City, a tall man was peacefully reclining on the ground, sitting with his legs folded, hands resting on his knees, and closed eyes, listening to peaceful music. The man's appearance is unique, sporting cloud-like white hair, yellow sandals with teal straps, black pants with pink hems, a shirt decorated with stripes in an array of colors such as red, yellow, orange, teal, and blue, red irises encircling yellow eyes, and black eyebrows. The counselor hummed contentedly. Steve let the tranquil music fill his mind, picturing himself sitting in the wilderness. He heard the birds chirping, spotted animals strolling by, surrounded by a brilliant blue sky with waters nearby. Taking a deep breath, he released it with a pleased sigh. The wind whistled gently, billowing his shirt as it caught the breeze, while leaves fluttered and blossomed around him. Mr. Small's peaceful moment was disturbed by a loud sound. His immediate surroundings suddenly
National Anthem of the Republic of Siangwaan by HorsesPlease, literature
Literature
National Anthem of the Republic of Siangwaan
Between northern waves and southern slopes
Lies this lush realm, green and resplendent.
Its four corners firm and sealed,
Its skies clear and free.
It is Siangwaan, the Beacon of the East!
Look as it shines, watch as it burns
Against the surrounding storm,
Against howling winds
In its ninefold colours and glow!
Under the Nine Principles
The whole realm is united.
With them, our land is in harmony,
Its people enlightened and advanced.
Therefore, defend it with your life,
With your mind, your spirit, and with your all.
Fall not in your vigil,
Fail not in your guard;
And the Nine Stripes continue to blaze through the night!
Fall not
National Anthem of the Republic of Josol by HorsesPlease, literature
Literature
National Anthem of the Republic of Josol
Hail, Josol, Mother of Ten Thousand Gryphons,
Hail, Josol, Consort of Holy Mandil!
You stand against countless enemies, against a myriad desecrators
Sent by the simmering depths of hell.
Queen of the East, Mother of the Vozonid race,
Your riches are plenteous, your favour is gracious.
Your peaks are bathed in flows of ice
That water your forests and feed Vozolaz below.
I would rather live in freedom
Under the shadow of Mandil, King of the Mountains,
Than to languish in a distant land
Under the rule of a foreign tyrant.
You are pure and sacred: you are the bridge
Between Heaven and Earth, between Man and the Gods.
You are the cen