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A bird's song echoes across the landscape although the sky was still dark, the shapes of the mountains visible only by starlight and only to the focused eye. The Trees stand silent like soldiers staring intimidating from their canopies as the figure passes silently at a speed not fast, yet not slow, the pace of an individual willing to be elsewhere, but only faster than that which follows from a distance. As the night begins to fade the landscape begins to hesitantly reveal itself to any present to witness its details existence. Trees begin to take on detail, flowers and fungi begin to show their vibrant colours for either attracting or w

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