Caldera Lakes’ sound like a walk at night down the secret paths of a beautiful forests inhabited by the most radiant fairy folk, exuberant nature all green and blue closing its arms around you, but also the merciless jaws of a rusty hunter’s trap biting deep into the flesh of your ankle reaching the bone creating lines of anguish and fracture, pleasure and pain combined so that you might remember that every single creature you shall stumble upon, and looks at you curious, pretty and feral, wouldn’t hesitate to feast on your rotting corpse were you to fall, surrender to the weakness that invades your body as the red blood slowly drips into the fertile soil.

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