A night under the stars

Your rebellion has lead you to natures greatest light show...

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The lights you saw flickering from the lake turned out to be a small caravan of cosy luxury tents. Definitely more glamping than camping.

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As you venture inside one of the tents, you are greeted with a glass of prosecco for each hand and an envelope marked with the words "My darling."

Despite the shot of confidence you suddenly possess since downing those 2 glasses of prosecco, you are a good 70-75% certain this letter is not for you.

Your hands however didn't get this memo, and have already shredded the envelope with the passion of a scorned Cassowary.

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It instructs you to go the the glade 100 paces south of your tent. 

Who are you to refuse?

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You begin your pacing, and sure enough emerge in an opening amongst the trees. It has been adorned affectionately with lights (string, tea and accent) and the trees that circle it have all had large patches of bark stripped from them.

You can make out a variety of markings inscribed on each tree.

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You begrudgingly ignore the s'mores toasting on the campfire, and opt instead to go and inspect the romantic shrubbery.....