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As the high tower on the castle strikes midnight, the bubbles begin to slowly fade away. A warm breeze blow through all the kingdoms, scattering any remaining orbs back towards the endless sea. But with the final strike, the loud tick of the castle clock comes to a stop.
A thick fog begins to crawl across the lands, as warm as the breeze and followed by delighted laughter....