[As this entry opens, there's several seconds of faint birdsong in the background. A good indicator that Vanitas is outside somewhere. Why not? It's finally overcast and not so glaringly hot, today.
Just when it might seem the journal was clicked on accidentally, a voice finally speaks up, cool and even as always.] Once upon a time, there
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