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Beyond the horizon in the middle of the Crystal Sea, was a beautiful island called Serendipity. There were forests and meadows and much, much more. More magical than most was the Weezalana Swamp.

It was on a foggy, foggy morning deep in this swamp from a bumpy, speckled egg, Creolé was born.