We Have Been Here Before

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[Narrator, male, warm storyteller]
The hills grew taller day by day,
The air felt cold and clean.
The winding road looked strangely close
To places once half-seen.
Steve slowed down upon the trail,
His footsteps lost their pace.
A quiet look crossed over him,
Recognition on his face.
[Steve, male, concerned, humble]
...I know this tree.
[Hero, male, confident]
A sacred landmark!
[Steve, male, concerned, humble]
No...
I used to eat lunch here.
[Narrator, male, warm storyteller]
The heroes marked the ancient oak
Upon their growing chart.
A circle drawn with careful care,
A triumph of their art.
Steve simply scratched another note...
"Big tree."
[Heroes, male group, triumphant] The First Guardian watches still! Its roots remember all! No traveler may pass beyond Without answering the call!
[Steve, male, concerned, humble] It's an oak.
[Narrator, male, warm storyteller] A weathered fence came into view, Half hidden by the grass. Steve smiled for just a moment there, Expecting soon to pass.
[Steve, male, hopeful] We're close now.
[Hero, male, determined] Indeed!
The Fortress of Timber stands ahead!
[Steve, male, concerned, humble] That's... a fence.
[Heroes, male group, chanting] THE OUTER WALL!
THE OUTER WALL!
[Narrator, male, warm storyteller] They marched beside familiar ground, Yet never saw it plain. For every ordinary thing Was legend once again.
Steve looked from hill to winding road, Then quietly looked west.
[Steve, male, concerned, humble] My camp should be...
...just over there.
[Hero, male, confident] The prophecy points east!
[Heroes, male group, triumphant] EAST!
[Steve, male, quietly disappointed] ...West.
[Narrator, male, warm storyteller] The party turned with eager hearts, Their banners held on high. While Steve looked toward his little home... Then gave a weary sigh.
He followed after, one more time, As he had from the start. Still hoping someday someone might Actually hear his part.
[Final Chorus, male group, soaring] Onward through the destined land! Where every sign is true! Each step reveals another test! Another path breaks through!
No map can bind heroic hearts! No road can tame our will!
[Steve, male, concerned, humble] Except...
...the road goes to my hill.
[Heroes, male group, fading] FORWARD!
[Narrator, male, warm storyteller] And somewhere, just beyond the rise, A lonely campsite waited.
Still wondering...
Why nobody had come home yet.

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[Narrator, male, warm storyteller] The hills grew taller day by day, The air felt cold and clean. The winding road looked strangely close To places once half-seen. Steve slowed down upon the trail, His footsteps lost their pace. A quiet look crossed over him, Recognition on his face. [Steve, male, concerned, humble] ...I know this tree. [Hero, male, confident] A sacred landmark! [Steve, male, concerned, humble] No... I used to eat lunch here. [Narrator, male, warm storyteller] The heroes marked the ancient oak Upon their growing chart. A circle drawn with careful care, A triumph of their art. Steve simply scratched another note... "Big tree." [Heroes, male group, triumphant] The First Guardian watches still! Its roots remember all! No traveler may pass beyond Without answering the call! [Steve, male, concerned, humble] It's an oak. [Narrator, male, warm storyteller] A weathered fence came into view, Half hidden by the grass. Steve smiled for just a moment there, Expecting soon to pass. [Steve, male, hopeful] We're close now. [Hero, male, determined] Indeed! The Fortress of Timber stands ahead! [Steve, male, concerned, humble] That's... a fence. [Heroes, male group, chanting] THE OUTER WALL! THE OUTER WALL! [Narrator, male, warm storyteller] They marched beside familiar ground, Yet never saw it plain. For every ordinary thing Was legend once again. Steve looked from hill to winding road, Then quietly looked west. [Steve, male, concerned, humble] My camp should be... ...just over there. [Hero, male, confident] The prophecy points east! [Heroes, male group, triumphant] EAST! [Steve, male, quietly disappointed] ...West. [Narrator, male, warm storyteller] The party turned with eager hearts, Their banners held on high. While Steve looked toward his little home... Then gave a weary sigh. He followed after, one more time, As he had from the start. Still hoping someday someone might Actually hear his part. [Final Chorus, male group, soaring] Onward through the destined land! Where every sign is true! Each step reveals another test! Another path breaks through! No map can bind heroic hearts! No road can tame our will! [Steve, male, concerned, humble] Except... ...the road goes to my hill. [Heroes, male group, fading] FORWARD! [Narrator, male, warm storyteller] And somewhere, just beyond the rise, A lonely campsite waited. Still wondering... Why nobody had come home yet.

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