A strange forest, misted and hazy, yumemita shiin; like something out of a dream.  A place where the subconscious can be free and speak as it will... you notice a few scraps of paper near the tree.  As you bend to pick them up, you notice that each as a title... they seem to be poetry.  You see deeper into the forest and decide that you may wish to enter a little further to find what lives within.  A cool almost etherial breeze seems to beckon you further, and the glimpses of sunlight shining through the canopy reassure you that light still dwells here, so that it is a place of both light and laughter and darkness and mystery.  Your may consider entering deeper within the forest...

Forests of Youth	Murdered Myself
Castle Born of Purity	Nights Spent	Creation

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