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▇▇ HE WHISTLES THE TUNE when he walks through the forest, hoping that someone will hear him. he knows that doing so will only be a lost cause. the tune was only eaten by the leaves, muffled by the mud.
he only whistles to the deer, and they too, are lost.
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▇▇ HE SEES THE PIANO in his dreams. there's thousands of them floating around him. the notes are being furiously played at the same time. they sound like screaming.
he looks up and sees a white sky. there's no sun.
he looks back in front of him and sees a man without a face. he clothed in a baby blue button down, but his beige pants are covered in maroon splatters and dirt. this was not a man.
there's vines crawling behind him. they start to wrap around the man's body, chaining him to the ground. he doesn't trust him. the man holds his hand out to him. he doesn't grab it. the man surges forward and grabs his throat.
