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Spring, Year 2002 | The Anomalous World In the early pre-dawn hours, the world was quiet. No birds chirped, no cricket’s tuned their bowstrings.  The wind sang no songs as it whipped through the trees, leaving the forests to stand solemnly in silence.  To the south, the desert waited patiently for the sun to rise and cast its light upon its multi-colored sands.  To the west, the grasses of the plains were still and, to the east, it seemed that a spell had been cast on the night dwellers, for not a creature stirred.   It was quiet, the breath of the world held in anticipation.  For the dawn to come heralded the arrival of spring and, wi