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Between the seconds of midnight meeting twilight they gather ‘round a copse of trees no human has realized.
Branches twist, dripping sapphire. Dandelion carpets drift around wishes and diamond. Candles carved with the moon’s tears shimmer - dreamily hopeful. Red mushrooms giggle as the silver moss stretches infinite arms across the forgotten, fallen table that glitters berries, twinkles nuts, and unravels fitful fiddleheads.
They have gathered - Fox, Faery, Owl and Stag to feast and share their joy, their wistful secrets. To celebrate life.
You say I speak false? That I know only lies?
Maybe...perhaps…but...isn’t it pretty to think so.
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