For decades in the Rhentarrian Peninsula, the story has been told of the girl Maj and a curious creature Piloncilus.

  No one knows its veracity, but those who have studied the workings of the Wind say it can’t have gone this way. It teaches us some truths about life, they say, but it didn’t actually happen.

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  I knew Maj. She at least was real. Given, she was young. She may have been confused or let her imagination get the better of her. The tale, however, is too touching not to be true, that is if beauty can be a basis for truth. But for now, leave that square, intellectual babble to the wisemen and suspend disbelief. I assure you it’s worth it.

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