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Founder: The Sea of Trees of Sea of Grass

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Most Valuable International Artwork: 1,798th Most Nations: 2,507th
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Miles of forest give way to jagged mountains as you approach the legendary sea of grass. Once through the narrow, icy passes you see nothing but a swaying expanse of green and sky from one horizon to the next. Welcome to the sea of grass, try not to lose your way.

Embassies: Japan.

Tags: Small.

Aokigahara contains 8 nations, the 2,507th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Politically Free in Aokigahara

These nations allow citizens the greatest amount of freedom to select their own government.

As a region, Aokigahara is ranked 16,108th in the world for Most Politically Free.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Republic of The Free OwlLeft-wing Utopia“live free”
2.The Republic of Owl ParkDemocratic Socialists“Nature park”
3.The Forest of Aokigahara At NightInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Mottos”
4.The Misty Forest of Aokigahara At DawnAuthoritarian Democracy“Peace and rest”
5.The Haunted Forest of Aokigahara At DuskInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Through the shadows”
6.The Protectorate of The-ForestPsychotic Dictatorship“welcome to the forest”
7.The Forest of Aokigahara At DayIron Fist Consumerists“Peace”
8.The Sea of Trees of Sea of GrassCorrupt Dictatorship“Lost in a sea of trees”

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Sea of Trees: Poetic Gateways to Aokigahara

The Entrance

At the entrance of the mountain

The short leaves of needles

Softly patter down.

Trees say

Nothing but

Look carefully.

They are prepared

To eat me up

At any moment – but still

From the bright place above

The short leaves of needles

Patter down.

Sacred Tree

Ages and ages ago,

When a woodsman tried to cut down a magnificent cedar,

But broke his arm,

Yet kept trying to cut it down

Until he threw his back out,

Yet kept trying to cut it down,

Until the blood

Began to flow from the trunk

My eyes deceive me, he thought,

You and I have both been deceived,

Or so the woodcutter believed,

And kept on cutting

Until that trunk

Was soaked in blood,

My mind’s playing tricks on me, he thought,

My mind’s playing tricks on me, he believed,

You and I

Stood there,

Soaked in blood

The Rose and the Cross
By Aleister Crowley

Out of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung;
Where charmèd music gathered from my tongue,
And where I chained strange archipelagoes
Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows 5
A curious bitumen; where among
The glowing medley moved the tune unsung
Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose.

Its myriad petals of divided light;
Its leaves of the most radiant emerald;
Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight
I lifted up my heart to God and called:
How shall I pluck this dream of my desire?
And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire

Dont you be a laodecian lol

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