As Ivy woke up she found herself on the cold ground in pure blackness. "where am I?" she says to herself as she tries to walk around but can't. She was stuck in the position she was standing in, Ivy started to panic. "No No! What's happening to me??" She screams. About right then music started to play and flooded into her ears and she started to spin. The music that was the tune London Bridge. When Ivy stopped spinning she was staring at herself. "Wait! that's me! but how?! I'm in here" she thinks. "Hello Ivy" the face of herself smiles at Ivy who was now in the box. "See I told you, if you didn't part with the box you would have to endure with box's curse". "It was you in my dream! that night wasn't it?!" Ivy tries to say. "awe Ivy your so adorable when you try to talk! oh by the way how rude of me, my name is silent and I'm the keeper of the box but well my name is Ivy i guess now" Silent smiles wickedly. "Anyways you, it's been fun talking with you but I got to run love, peace" she slams the lid to the music box and Ivy falls back into the darkness silently screaming and crying. "why, why didn't i listen?!" Ivy curls into a ball and sleeps. Forced to be a ballerina watching children enjoying the music and the figure of the ballerina that spins but none of them are not aware that the figure is an eternal prison for Ivy's soul.
"If a box ever comes your way and it is a wonderful music box, do not i repeat do not keep that box, pass it on! for your own sake!" ~Ivy
