#7442 - It was a mix of the babbling brook, the croaking of frogs, the chirping of crickets, and the whistling of birds, all forming a melody that no orchestra could match. See? Even time is subjected within the end of all reason. Every soul on Earth is a mix of the hopes for good and fears of evil in the people who came before it.
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