Once upon a time, there was a land, bright and happy. The land was a wonderful place, people danced around on the streets and in the grass filled of purple flowers. A place unknown, a misty forest reeking magic. The forest was peaceful and dark and eerie. You could faintly hear the soft song of birds and violins. Before nightfall, the sun paints the forest in reds and yellows. When night falls over the world like a dark blanket speckled in white diamonds, elephants roam the forest and moonlight drips though the trees like liquid.
When dawn arrives, the forest lights up without warning.