Each peak exhales a frozen tale, a whisper on the wind,
Of lives that climbed, then fell away, where echoes now begin.
Lost spirits roam, a veiled design, in shadows they reside,
A presence near, a chilling hand, where secrets softly hide.
The Valley of the Soul now calls, a siren's haunting plea,
The Valley of the Soul now calls, for you to come and be.
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