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Under the crystal bowers, the statues once remained frozen in their ecstacy, smiles upon every face - but now, they do naught but weep and cannot tell what has made them so weak. Their fine facade is splitting at the seams.
It is a place of sorrows, but also of answers. Should you choose to go tomorrow, you may find that the forbidden fruit grows on upon the forest's boughs.
[Depending on what you say, Locke may or may not answer. I'll be putting up an open log dated for tomorrow for people to come and wheedle answers out of him.]
It is a place of sorrows, but also of answers. Should you choose to go tomorrow, you may find that the forbidden fruit grows on upon the forest's boughs.
[Depending on what you say, Locke may or may not answer. I'll be putting up an open log dated for tomorrow for people to come and wheedle answers out of him.]