During waking time, when there was still no night, a very old man with huge wings learned to dream. At first, it was just daylight, and the city grew swallowed up on all sides, but there was still a corner where they forgot to unearth something huge, which is not known and will never be known whether it fell or sprouted there. 

When night finally fell, the mountain glowed green. Lighting the paths of lost men who, finding the direction of the house, learned that they should not turn it off. 

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