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Prophecy #02

Curtains on the dawn sky and morning fields. The trees of the woods, formerly dry and thin, become soft and lush. Feel the patterns engraved into the sand by the sea, and eventually you will hit the solid treasure. Inside that box is sinewy and veiny. And from those veins grow more trees, over time. Spreading across the rim of the Earth.