Deepwood Weald Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

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A new region. A new map. A place unexplored, with wonders and the like for him to find; and none else but him. The raven.

Dark and dreary were these woods, while yet a fair place to gain a first glimpse. The terrain bore only ill will, however. Already exhausted, weaving through each trunk was a demanding task. 

But he would make it through, and then onto the next. This was only the first, but not the last.