
A tribal villager sits upon a large rock in a small clearing atop a lightly forested hill. Around him he can hear, and find peace in the soft sounds of the creatures of the night. Overhead countless stars can be seen in the clear mid-night sky. He had come to this place every moon cycle, at the full moon, since he was six summers old. This was his sacred place; he came here to find reprieve from the demands of day-to-day life, to bask in the raw beauty of the world around him and find those fleeting moments of real internal harmony and clarity. Here he had first beheld and truly come to grasp the magnificence of the world around him.…
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