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A tale from the future: "... My steps led me to the edge of a mountain stream with fragrant banks. Our distant ancestors called it the Great Spirit of the Forest, but there is no longer a forest to protect, and yet, I saw it. It was there, dancing slowly in the middle of the current, its root-feet gliding on the water. On a carpet of crystallized snow everlasting, an imperial soldier and a rebel slept, undoubtedly the artisans of their mutual demise. Through its dance, it washed their blood and let their poor souls slide into the wave. When the stream swallowed them, I could have sworn I saw them smile..."
