TAKE YOUR TIME / intro

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Someone was singing.

A symphony, a chorus, a melody they all knew instinctually. But none had realized until just then. Voices filled the air, one by one, and the world sang. All at once, he'd done it.

That's what he remembers. Something else happened, too, but he was still confused. It had all happened at once, so fast, he could not even process it just yet. Just moments before - there was his friend, the king of dreams, and the so-called hero. His eyes shoot open, flashing around. He doesn't know where he is. Such a deep incline, he could see. And suddenly his throat feels dry, struggles for air. Everything feels different. Feels almost wrong in some way. His gaze flash around, blinking as he tries to take in his surroundings. He was alone. The air felt thick. And he couldn't feel the natural tug of his hat, warmth of his cape. There was something else, instead. It felt like hair - but it was softer, and it was all over. He looks down to his hands, trying to see what was on him, but no longer was he met with his gloves, his fingers. There was something else there. Something bird-like.

He pulls up one talon, pulling it into a fist, and loosening it out again, looking at each pink claw. His eyebrows, if he had them, would furrow in perplexity. He looks up quickly, to the sky, where he is met with a normal, semi cloudy day. But where was he? "Miria-...riaam?" he calls, song-filled voice faltering as tweets exit a beak, voice dehydrated. He pulls a talon up, gripping at the beak now on his face. But it did not feel as if he were a bird. He looks over the rest of his body, finding wings, and paws, and a tail. He shakes his head, a slight frown at his features. "H...Hellooooo?" he sings, full song breaking out, though notes falling flatter and shifting pitches. "Is anyyyyyone therrrrre?"

He attempts to get up, stance wobbly and ungraceful. The young boy takes a step forward, but stumbles, looking at the sharp incline of what he would later discover was called the crater among the residents. His legs struggle, shaking slightly from an exhaustion he'd not realized he possessed. He opts to fall back down, landing on his bottom as he looks back at himself, an anxiety beginning to fill his body. Why was he sent here? Why wasn't he a person? Had Eya done this? A talon wraps around the other leg, holding itself in a nervous manner. What if he was alone?

they'd say, "let your love grow tall, let your love grow tall"