There stood one whose countenance I knew not, an image before my eyes, and I heard the voice as it were of a gentle wind...
Monday, 26 December 2011
The Death of the Magical Bat
Everything is so loud then it's so soft then it spins around and gets really bright and then poof its all gone fluttering away like a glowing butterfly and I chase after it until it comes to the wall and goes through a keyhole... I have the key now but there's no door so I peek through and see all the trees are bending and breaking and being uprooted by the magic pouring out of the Magical Bat who is being killed by the luminous butterfly...
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