Prologue

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n the dense forest where shadows danced between ancient trees, Nevermore raced with unparalleled agility. His fiery spirit pushed him to leap from one moss-covered rock to another, his pawprints marking his trail as he dashed through the leafy undergrowth. Finally, Nevermore arrived at a sacred clearing where a majestic figure stood amid the whispering leaves. It was Father Nature. "Father! I've got news," Nevermore called out, his voice echoing through the stillness of the woods. A red paw emerged from the darkness, beckoning Nevermore closer. Nervously, the young wolf approached, his heart pounding with uncertainty. "What can I help you with, child?" Father Nature asked, his gentle voice soothing Nevermore's nerves. Taking a deep breath, Nevermore hesitated before blurting out, "Is it true that... 2-3 members will be leaving the singing project?" His words hung in the air, and for a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath. Father Nature remained silent for a moment, and then a piece of paper slid out from the darkness, fluttering to the ground at Nevermore's feet. Picking it up, the wolf's eyes widened as he read the message. His ears drooped, and a mix of disappointment and determination crossed his face. "Shoot!" Nevermore exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice as he rolled up the paper. With a determined gleam in his eye, he turned and sprinted back into the forest, his paws carrying him swiftly towards Mother's domain. As Nevermore raced through the trees, his mind whirled with thoughts of how to overcome this new challenge. With each stride, his resolve grew stronger, fueled by the creativity and passion that burned within him. Arriving at Mother Nature's sanctuary, Nevermore burst in, his eyes bright with determination. "Mother," he began, his voice ringing with purpose, "we must find a way to keep the harmony of the singing project intact. We cannot let our voices falter."

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