You are wandering through the cold, grey meadow, wishing you hadn't taken that left turn earlier. Your innocent stroll to the grocery store had turned into a lengthy trek as you stumble around the field aimlessly. It is completely empty, it's vast expanse of space filled with nothing but grey.
Suddenly, you spot it. A well in the middle of the valley. Like the rest of your surroundings it is bland in color, only bearing variating hues of the same dull grey that surrounds you. As you approach it curiously, a suddenly cloud of glistening, mulit-colored light emerges from it, bubbling forth like a fountain that sparkles in the dim sunshine. You cock your head curiously, and can only wonder what kind of phenomena this is. As you extend your hand forward, a soft, floaty voice like satin linen fluttering in the breeze speaks to you.
"Salutations, traveler. I'm very pleased to have caught your attention. I am a muse well. I belong to Forever, who uses me to inspire her creations and stories. Lately though, parts of the magic in me has gone dry. I'm afraid if my magic isn't restored, I may die out. Perhaps you would like to help? It's quite easy, really. All I need you to do is give me random words, names, species, and anything you can think of. If you do this, I can help create more inspiration, and my magic will keep flowing. All your efforts are greatly appreciated!"
Will you do as the muse well asks, and generously give her ideas?
Suddenly, you spot it. A well in the middle of the valley. Like the rest of your surroundings it is bland in color, only bearing variating hues of the same dull grey that surrounds you. As you approach it curiously, a suddenly cloud of glistening, mulit-colored light emerges from it, bubbling forth like a fountain that sparkles in the dim sunshine. You cock your head curiously, and can only wonder what kind of phenomena this is. As you extend your hand forward, a soft, floaty voice like satin linen fluttering in the breeze speaks to you.
"Salutations, traveler. I'm very pleased to have caught your attention. I am a muse well. I belong to Forever, who uses me to inspire her creations and stories. Lately though, parts of the magic in me has gone dry. I'm afraid if my magic isn't restored, I may die out. Perhaps you would like to help? It's quite easy, really. All I need you to do is give me random words, names, species, and anything you can think of. If you do this, I can help create more inspiration, and my magic will keep flowing. All your efforts are greatly appreciated!"
Will you do as the muse well asks, and generously give her ideas?
