@FoxalypticWorld
Early one morning, Maddie would awaken to a large gold ring in the middle of her room, crisp, cool morning air drifting through it. A familiar hand would beckon her to enter, then pass back through again.
Once passed through, she would find herself in a forest clearing, the sound of birds singing their morning song echoing all around her. Ahead of her, perched on a tall flat topped rock sat a familiar figure, wearing a colorful mask on the side of his head, and holding something small and blue to his mouth. As if cued by her arrival, he began playing.
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Song:
Mask:
Early one morning, Maddie would awaken to a large gold ring in the middle of her room, crisp, cool morning air drifting through it. A familiar hand would beckon her to enter, then pass back through again.
Once passed through, she would find herself in a forest clearing, the sound of birds singing their morning song echoing all around her. Ahead of her, perched on a tall flat topped rock sat a familiar figure, wearing a colorful mask on the side of his head, and holding something small and blue to his mouth. As if cued by her arrival, he began playing.
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Song:
Mask:
