Prologue

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10 years ago...


In the field where one's eyes couldn't be seen...

In the grass when dawn rise...

In the ferns how all is unseen...

In the meadows, all is silent but illuminated with warmth...

THUMP, SNAP, THUMP, SNAP, SNAP...

Crrrreeeeeaaaakkkk

       The twig beneath the foot of a boy snapped, interrupting the silence of the sun rising. All the leaves scattered and the animals turned. 

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