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1 " Come you near or go you far, light from candle or flick'ring star? See what you will, or so you think, but is water sweet before you drink? Who can know of truth and lies? When can a man believe his eyes? Suspect what's known to mortal senses, for our nature vaults all mystic fences, that stand between that which is and seems, and back we are to truth ... or dreams. "
― Raymond E. Feist , Faerie Tale
2 " The woods were now something fashioned from hopeless dreams, vaulted dark trees so close together their twisted branches seemed woven brown lines inscribed on a black tent, a batik canopy of woeful aspect raised high over- head. There was a sense of ages here; Sean glanced fearfully from side to side, as if something might leap out at him at any turn. The trees "