“Autumn is but beginning. If I go now, I shall be able to reach the Mountains by the end of the season. Thence, as fall Winter, the Gelid Breath will guarantee my path’s safety while travesing the canyons.

I have studied the scarce registers for a while now, Meryl. I have discovered that (well, according to ancient rhymes and tales) Winter brings with it a revelation: a pathway. A trail left by nature, where rocks do not fall and monsters do not wander. But this path only reveals itself on Winter’s Solstice, and nothing more than that. One minute past midnight, and the trail is gone.”

“pff, and you think you it’s even possible to cross the canyons in ONE SINGLE DAY.”

“It must be. I trust the records.”

“the records are MYTH, mr. rabbit, most of them, SPECIALLY the ones talking about the mountains.”

Mr. Rabbit went silent for a moment. He glanced at the serenity of the world, from the windows of Meryl’s house.

Ah, he would miss that.

“I know it is difficult, Meryl… believe me, I am as much sca- preoccupied, I mean. But I NEED to do it, even if just for some futile self-fulfillment. I mean, even if I ends up failing (let’s be honest, it is a well reasonable possibility, HOHO!), at least I will have TRIED. And that is enough for me.”

Mr. Rabbit was still looking outside, to the distance.

Meryl the Mole was looking at him.

Ah, they would miss him.

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