Come, oh vagaries of space and time, separate the veil and show us what is yet to come,” the voice grumbles with the hint of an eye faintly reflecting the glow in front of its hood. A mumbling voice sings ancient formulae, urging the swirling glowing mists inside the crystal to part and give an insight into the future. Yet somewhere at the edge of a clearing half-hidden among the trees, obscured by a rising veil of fog in the hazy half-darkness of a weather-beaten hut, a shape huddles over a large and ominously glowing crystal ball. The unicorns mingled among the trees and the elves and humans lived peacefully in harmony with their surroundings.
Once upon a time in a realm far, far away, everything was lush and green.
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