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4025: Shred

The festival was a lively, curious, cheerful atmosphere with fascinating displays that had been in place long before the archipelago residents came to show off their skills or set up games for the islanders to play. It was loud, with laughter and joy filling the air as dinosaurs conversed amongst themselves, cheered for victors of the various games that were littered throughout one wing of the museum, and gasped in awe at some of the more daring displays of tale...

There were so many sights, sounds, and scents around the museum that it was almost overwhelming, all layering on top of one another. Past, present, future. They were walking the same paths that humans had walked hundreds of thousands of times but instead of coming purely to bear witness to and learn about the events of the past, the islanders were here for something entirely new. Twisting, intermingling, tangling together in a way that might never have happened,...