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The day had been good and plentiful. The earth was thriving, full of beautiful growth and crystal skies. Not a cloud was in sight – a small breeze blew through the valleys, and everyone was happy. The living were at peace. Down below, in the Land Of The Remembered, life was desolate. Everything was quiet, and all color had faded away to different shades of black, white, and grey. It looked similar to its sister realm - the Land Of The Forgotten – which was very unordinary. The realm had never been so quiet. Its inhabitants were confused and startled – hushed, worried voices ran through the land – the only way somethin

The soft glow of the rising sun filtered through dark red curtains. The rays left a sparkling light to wander the floor, illuminating fallen petals, clothing, and pieces of furniture. A small yawn – the rustling of bedsheets. Two small feet hit the wooden floorboards; the wood was cold and crisp, and her feet sparkled in the rays of golden sun. Dainty fingers came up so run through an aesthetic mess of raven black hair, and flaxen eyes blinked through a veil of grogginess. Long, thin legs stretched as she went up on her toes – “Wake up,” she murmured to herself, chuckling quietly. The pad of footsteps led to the curta