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[1thousand1]

In the Kingdom of the Sun, there is a garden wherein grow the sweetest tangerines and the most delectable apples; the riverbanks are gold-stained with the honey that flows between them, and the birds voice songs as golden as their perfect feathers, and the Gardener loves these birds, and these rivers, and these fruit trees, with His eternal and all

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[__endless_dream]

[listens, with something soft and fond in his expression, that may resemble a smile]

[1thousand1]

(She looks up, demure as any king's bride from beneath her eyelashes, but with a hint of something more a grin than a smile.)

"I see thou hast heard the prologue, O Dreamer. Wilt stay for the rest?"