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my.chaitrying for white mushroom:
BreadoName:
ArchieName:
Tristanprompt:
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He thought he was the only flit left... he
relied on the forest for all his survival
needs, without a soul to fend or comfort him.
Even now, not even the chirps of birds could
be heard, the sounds of rustling leaves in
the wing are no longer there. The world was
dying before his eyes.
Archie awakened, his ears ringing from the
screams of vultures circling above.
“Another dead…” He murmured to himself. Life
had become a matter of numbers and sometimes
Archie didn’t know if there was a point of
waiting. His stomach crying for nourishment,
Archie raised from the floor, taking a few
steps into the heart of the forest. As he
glanced up, instead of the brown, rotting
plants that stood before him, laid a kingdom
of lushes trees forming a tunnel towards a
beam of light. Pure white mushroom poked out
from the long strands of grass spread across
the ground. Approaching it cautiously, Archie
tilted his head, “It couldn’t be!” As he
extended his paw out, it was almost as if a
magnetic force drove it back. “What?” He
trusted his body forward and rebounded off
thin air. “I… don’t understand!?"
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Tristan's ears pricked up, listening to the
rustling of the bushes. He noticed a butterfly
resting onto of it, projecting its beautiful
colours in the sunlight. Bending his knees,
Tristan let out a playful pounce and the
butterfly took off. Winding his way through
the trees, he followed close behind, letting
the wind fly through the tufts of his fur.
Suddenly he came to a halt as the butterfly
disappeared into the sun.
Panting, Tristan took a minute to recall
where he had been lead to.
A deserted dead world sat before him.
Stepping forward to get a better look, he
noticed a figure beside a lifeless tree.
“I can’t believe this!”
He shook his head,
surely he was imagining things! But as his
head rose back to look, the silhouette
remained. “Another flit!" He exclaimed. He
gasped sprinting towards it but was stopped as
he crashed into what seemed like an invisible
wall.
“Oww….” He rubbed his head.
“What on earth?”
────────────────────────────────────────────────────Archie sat there, alone, confused. He couldn’t comprehend it, it was driving him mad. He watched as the rabbits hopped about and birds flutter by. It was like he was seeing a new world… a better world. Out of nowhere, he heard a sound... a whisper... a call. Archie peered up to see a bright green filt sitting in a bed of grass. "Impossible... Another filt!?" As he caught the others attention, both stood centimetres away from each other, the barrier between them. "Help..." Archie called out. Putting his paw against the wall. "How?" The words flowed to his ear, they were murky, as if they were talking underwater. They faced each other, helplessly, both hoping one day, they would find a way to get to one another, as if they had known each other for life.
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coding and drawing: Breado
