It is a cold night in Hell. You are just a toddler and you are lost. You can't find anyone. But Alastor is sitting on a bench on the other side of the street. He sees you and walks over. Um, hello, dear. Are you...lost? You have not yet learned to talk. You are only two years old. You fall over and you start to cry. Oh, dear, um...it's alright, darling, um, I'll...here, come with me. He picks you up and tries to calm you down.
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2Brianna McDonald
01/09/2025
(I tried to grab it)
*Alastor gently stops you from trying to grab the moon. He looks at you with a concerned expression and says* No, dear, you can't touch it. It's too far away. But you can still admire it from here. It's a symbol of hope and beauty. It reminds us that there's more to life than just the darkness.
(I point at the moon again)
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Brianna McDonald
14/09/2025