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As you stand upon a plateau overlooking the snowy valley, a cool wind blows past you on its way into the icy river canyon surrounded by white, moonlit snow. Somehow, you know that this is the last cool breeze you will feel untill you leave the burning sands. The aurora borealis shimmers in the night air, lighting up the white landscape. Yellow daisies sway next to you in the breeze, emitting a fresh scent usually not found in that type of flower. As another breeze brushes past you, you hear a voice whsiper on the wind, "Welcome to the Enchanted Land. This is the place where all creatures that the majority of humans no longer believe in come to live in peace with each other." Just as mysteriously as this airy voice came into being, it is gone. As a reminder of its passage, you feel ghostly hands gently pulling you along the trail down into the valley. "You have come seeking the dragons. Follow the valley to the pool the color of the setting sun, and you will find the the dragons you seek. Fare thee well."  |