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♦ What would it take for things to be quiet? ♦    He starts to walk across transparent glass as thin as any paper made, keeping in mind to be hushed amongst the dark atmosphere. The nightly wind rattles the trees up to the tips of their branches, making them shutter like thunder. In the thick undergrowth below and into the forest floor creates a depth of darkness he had never seen before. The forest itself was darker than the sky full of mysterious dots. Visitors cackle and chirp, bouncing from branch to branch as they flap their feathery arms. He let his mysterious eyes drift up above to see that same mysterious sky once again,