The sky was polluted by an opaque white smoke as far as the eye could see. This alabaster ocean silently swallowed everything in its path, leaving almost nothing bare. The leafless trees against the silver fog were like ink sketching's on a slate of marble. The fog was thick, mystical in its blinding quality. Enchanted, the birds sat, quiet on their lonely perches.
It was on a day like this that a man forgot everything he knew,
That an elephant, half way across the earth got lost,
and a boy, for whom all hope was lost, began to read.
This is where our story begins.
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