At some point, somewhere, in a MagicFairyTaleForest.
I stand between bare trees and wonder.
Where does the fog come from?
And the glaring light?
Everything around me promises the coming of a holy MagicTime.
At some point, somewhere, in a MagicFairyTaleForest.
I stand between bare trees and wonder.
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