Year Walk
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Fantasy
Long ago in Scandinavia there was a custom that on a day of great feasting men would go on an endeavor to see the future. They would deprive themselves of food and drink and lock themselves in dark rooms. At the stroke of midnight they would venture out into the forest and talk with the creatures of their folk tales. They would circle the church in strange ways. It is said that by completing these tasks the walker would stare into the eye of creation. I present to you, an adaptation of the popular digital journey, Year Walk.
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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