The moonlight trickled over the trees quietly. As the future revealed itself before his eyes, he danced. It was a slow moving dance the likes of which have been unseen for ages. There was something mystical about it.
The trees turned gray as the sun began to break the line of hills surrounding the valley. In the stillness of the forest, time marched on. So he danced.
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