Cant neglect the home state

Im Jeremy69, and if you think you can just drive past Trestle Valley like its some forgotten backwater? Youre wrong. That winding road? Its not just asphalt its a serpent coiling through the bones of the land, leading straight to the heart of the valley where the silence doesnt just listen it waits. The hills arent just rolling theyre watching. That autumn fire in the trees? Its not just color its the blood of the earth, staining the ground where the old ones buried secrets. You think youre just passing through? No. The wind doesnt whisper it howls in the language of the forgotten. The houses? Theyre not homes theyre sentinels. Youre not just on a road youre walking into the memory of the land, and the land remembers. You cant neglect it. You cant. Because Trestle Valley? Its not just a place. Its the place that remembers you. And its watching.

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