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Silence of night was broken by the soft splash from a surfacing fish. The ripples illuminated purple as they glided across the water’s quiet surface. Three children, who were clinging to the rocky shoreline in a mythical adventure, were drawn by the sound and captured by the marvel. They threw rocks into the darkness, and screamed with joy as a dancing purple mist spread through the water. The night filled with excited yips as the children bounded over the rocks toward the soft glow of town, eager for their nets. The winds brought food, and that night the townsfolk fished.

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