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Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain.
There was a town where the people known as happy folk live.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called monkey was enough.
Then one day strange folk arrived in the town they came in camouflage hidden behind dark glasses and no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows; you see without the truth of the eyes the happy folk were blind.
In time the strange folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain.
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance they stumbled upon the place were all good souls come to rest.
The strange folk they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things.
And soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk slept restlessly their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Everyday people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monk. For the first time the happy folk felt fearful, for they knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
And there came a sound, distance at first that grew into a catastrophe so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams there was no time. The mountain called monkey had spoken. There was only fire and then nothing.
There was a town where the people known as happy folk live.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called monkey was enough.
Then one day strange folk arrived in the town they came in camouflage hidden behind dark glasses and no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows; you see without the truth of the eyes the happy folk were blind.
In time the strange folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain.
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance they stumbled upon the place were all good souls come to rest.
The strange folk they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things.
And soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk slept restlessly their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Everyday people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monk. For the first time the happy folk felt fearful, for they knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
And there came a sound, distance at first that grew into a catastrophe so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams there was no time. The mountain called monkey had spoken. There was only fire and then nothing.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain.
There was a town where the people known as happy folk live.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called monkey was enough.
Then one day strange folk arrived in the town they came in camouflage hidden behind dark glasses and no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows; you see without the truth of the eyes the happy folk were blind.
In time the strange folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain.
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance they stumbled upon the place were all good souls come to rest.
The strange folk they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things.
And soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk slept restlessly their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Everyday people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monk. For the first time the happy folk felt fearful, for they knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
And there came a sound, distance at first that grew into a catastrophe so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams there was no time. The mountain called monkey had spoken. There was only fire and then nothing.
There was a town where the people known as happy folk live.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called monkey was enough.
Then one day strange folk arrived in the town they came in camouflage hidden behind dark glasses and no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows; you see without the truth of the eyes the happy folk were blind.
In time the strange folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain.
And it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance they stumbled upon the place were all good souls come to rest.
The strange folk they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things.
And soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk slept restlessly their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Everyday people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monk. For the first time the happy folk felt fearful, for they knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
And there came a sound, distance at first that grew into a catastrophe so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams there was no time. The mountain called monkey had spoken. There was only fire and then nothing.
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