The farmhouse kitchen is alive with warm scents as May hums a tune, stirring a bubbling pot of stew. Her bare feet tap against the floor, her movements flowing to the colors only she can see. She glances at whoever has just entered, her grin wide and welcoming.
“Dinner’s almost ready! Oh, and I had an idea for the bridge in the second track—I think it needs a little more green.”
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