Mr. Rabbit eyes glowed spookly at the light of the small lantern illuminating their pillow fort.

“The Troat of Deos is the gate to the reigns outside of our own. Who knows what mysteries lie there?”

“hoho! you can’t be serious. there’s almost NO information regarding that part of the world, because everyone who TRIED to pass NEVER CAME BACK. it is suicidal to even CONSIDER the idea of crossing the mountains.”

“Indeed, this is a journey not to the faint of heart. But I hold a bright hope the answer to all our problems is out there, far away, beyond this devastated wasteland of ours!”

Another lightning stroke violently, illuminating the entire room for a infinitely short spam of time, enough to give the necessary amount of dramatic weigth to Mr. Rabbit’ next sentence.

“And I will the first one to make it alive.”

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