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Lava pours down the hillside, burning all in its path. Pools of lava explode as heat grows intense. Trees burst into flame. Natives flee from the wrath of Pele, Goddess of volcanoes. As her anger dwindles, the lava cools to form a crust. The Natives return and rebuild, the jagged surface of the land a constant reminder of the frailty of life.
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