Typography/Prose
In a fantastical universe, centuries ago, Solveig was born into a family in a small fishing town in the cold North. Father fished, and Mother took care of the market stall to make their living.
Solveig never spent much time with the other children, instead preferring the company of the näcken boy who laughed and played violin while she danced by the river in the woods by her house, and of the strange old woman at the edge of town - unfailingly kind, always giving Solveig sweets, and rumoured to be a witch.
Solveig's Father told her stories of the wider world, and all there was to see. He told her of the island in the East, at the edge of the world, where the Fountain of Youth runs...
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