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A forest. A million trees, all the same.

All but one, who travels with a sad cry.

"Eeeveereeett..."

A tree that pulls it's roots out to move, and move fast.

"Eeeveereett..."

Suddenly, it turns towards us: Reader and Narrator. It seems sad.

"Where's my happy ending?" it whispers.

I point to the mountain.

There is only one happy ending. If you don't give them theirs, no one will get one.

"Where's my Eeveereett?" it hisses.

Only if you climb the mountain will you know.

The tree turns, and uproots itself. Then it starts racing towards the mountain in great leaps and bounds.

There are five groups today.

Those in the cave. The tree. The background characters. Us.

And, of course...

Those who are cloaked.


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