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The Hanging Gardens of Wasten Coridale
(This book was apparently written in Dwemer and translated to Aldmeris. Only fragments of the Aldmeris is readable, but it may be enough for a scholar of Aldmeris to translate fragments of other Dwemer books.)
… guide Altmer-Estrial led with foot-flames for the town-center where lay dead the quadrangular gardens ….
… asked the foundations and chains and vessels their naming places ….
… why they did not use solid sound to teach escape from the Earth Bones nor nourished them with frozen flames ….
… the word I shall have once written of, this "art" our lesser cousins speak of when their admirable ignorance ….
… but neither words nor experience cleanses the essence of the strange and terrible ways of defying our ancestors' transient rules.
(The translation ends with a comment in Dwemer in a different hand, which may be translated as follows)
"Put down your ardent cutting-globes, Nbthld. Your Aldmeris has the correct words, but they cannot be properly misinterpreted."