They were still walking quietly over the grass, in a melancholic silence.

Thinking about the good times. Wondering how wonderful it must have been to live in that place, back when there was nothing but happiness in the world.

To that thought, Mr. Rabbit sighed sorrowfully.

”…Truly those were the best of Times, Max.”

Max thought about all that, trying to picture that world once glorious.

“It would be cool to have met one of the Graces.”

“hoho, it sure would!”

“They were lovely with visitors, Max. They would sit by the grass and listen to everyone’s requests, and would always find a good, reasonable way to solve any problem.”

“do you think they would be able to fix your face? hahaha.”

The wind blew with a note of anguish over the sward. They went silent for a moment, looking at the view.

“These are really nice stories, Mr. Rabbit. I only wish I could’ve seen all of that.”

“All of us wish so, Max. The world was a way happier place back then.”

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