Once upon a yesteryear of golden ties and plenty, there lived only memories to support a dilapidated frame, wrinkled and wilting.Who knows what went on in the shadowy frame or why it existed. All anyone knew for sure, was that it had come on a tide of joy and movement untamed, but to the destruction of the village.
And in the quiet of a single moment in that long span of time, a single entity floated through the door of the frame.
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