The sun rose slowly over the Great Forest. His rays painted rare clouds in pale pink, sparkled on dew drops and affectionately touched the crowns of waking trees. Covering the glades, the milky white fog shuddered and frightened back into the forest thicket. Night mirablis turned their buds, poured bright lights of forest poppy under the trees, flowers of white water lilies rose above the water. Normal summer morning. The first morning of the New Age...