Folklorist's Notes 8
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The old texts found at the shrines tell of a disaster.
The waters, tainted and black, flowed down the waterfalls, sullying the pools, and became a black mist that enveloped the mountain. The sun turned a muddy crimson. The border between worlds blurred.
Now, the waters are clear, and the mists are white.
It is unknown whether this disaster actually happened, or whether it was passed down as a mere cautionary tale.
If it really did occur, what must the locals have thought?
Did the mountain rumble, appearing shrouded in black shadows? Did the rivers look like long strands of black hair? Did people see Black Water running down the paths? The truth is unclear.
What is clear is that the waters now are clean and pure.