Shining Night of the Hidden Mist - Westrina

All is calm. All is quiet. All hangs in balance, perfect, divine.

Such is the world.

Night's velvet cloak, pricked with a thousand silver sequins, billows over the sleeping world. Her brooch the Moon shines passively down from the heavens.

Such is the world.

Below, the world is white with Mist. She creeps silently along the ground, tentatively reaching out to discover new wonders.

What does she hide? No one can know.

Why does she come? No one can know.

What does she do? No one can know.

And yet she works on, unknowing herself of what she does.

Such was the world that night.

The End

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