he's very close now
come, my little ones
day one
tuesday, march 1st
It's just another day in Paradisa, isn't it? The grass and trees are struggling to bloom under the swan song of winter. The air is crisp and cool, that perfect temperature where all you need is a light jacket. The dew on the grass and trees makes the whole world smell fresh and clean, new, like a memory you never want to let go of.
This is nothing new. It is the same morning Paradisa has played every morning since the snow left, like a CD track switched and then placed back on repeat.
Paradisa is perfect, as always.
Its people, on the other hand, aren't.
Some of the children are having dreams. Odd, bizarre dreams, of sticks, black taffy and tar. Fog, grey forests, and barren floors. Cold, dark, and alone. They slip away fast, but that's all they are. Bad dreams.
Meanwhile, a peculiar tree has appeared at the edge of the woods, to the south of the castle.
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● Discovering the Tree (~1 pm EST)
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