"And what if I told you that there is a great deal of unadulterated beauty that is happening around you every day? That there are miracles that you see each breathing moment? That there is magic stored in the deep of your own soul; that you are a mystical a creature, just the way you are; that you need no cited oracles from ancient stones or swirls of colours sprouting out of your palms, but that you are a magic as you come? How could you not believe in the surreal, when you are so a marvel yourself?"
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Ends of the Irwischnell Woods,
By the Southern Banks of the Shinderbay River,
North to the Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Fair Eventide,
Second Mounday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon Vericus IV
