In the world of pure and perfect kings and queens, the land of truth, nights are spent strolling under a black velvet canopy, eyes and minds fixed on the wonder of it all. Enchanting, absorbing and sublime. Fireflies, in clusters of a million, settle on forest trees and ignite profiles as if by Christmas light. Such is the place, such is the night. Warm, fragrant breezes, delightful night nature sounds. Wonderful company both animal, human and insect. Such nights we spent, together, in joy and awe. Safe in a world of pure virtue.
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