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Long ago, a grieving mother lost her only child. She followed his funereal procession to the Eternal Kurgans. Distraught, she cried all day and all night beside his burial mound until she collapsed in mourning. When she awoke, it was with surprise and shock.

For she was lying in the shade of a massive tree that had grown overnight, its boughs outstretched to Ohn'ahra's skies. Beside her, clear water had gathered in small pond. The winds had carried her grief to the ancestors and touched them to respond with gifts to soothe her aching heart.

This place endures here still. The shade and water offer comfort and solace to those that come to the Kurgans to grieve. Even in our deepest sorrow, we are never truly alone.

Vento, Madeira, Água

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