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| Illustration by: grandfailure |
A brisk wind blows through the man’s short stubs of hair as he walked through the flourishing forest. He lay down and pulled out a sandwich; he looked around and noticing his surroundings he relaxed. His shoes came off as he lay back onto his elbows. He raised one hand up in the air and as if an extension of his hand he waves his wand around and said ‘for you, my dear, dreams really come true’. As Maxwell waved his wand, the trees swayed to the movement and shattered leafs tumbled to the ground. The dark forest floor, now became a light with golden browns and yellowish leafs, leaving the fresh growth to dance their way through the magical trance that the trees had embroiled in. Bright green smoke came from the wandering wand as it wafted through the air. As the leafs cascaded to the ground, he took a bite out of his sandwich. ‘mmm egg and pickle sandwiches are the best my dear’ he muttered to himself. ‘If you could only have tasted such a delicious treat, you would have been joining me on my escapades through the forest.’ He got back to his feet and with a flick of his wand he had green spirt doves fly around him, and just like that he was gone.
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