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At some point in time somebody, somewhere had a thought. It was a simple thought. More of a whim then an actual thought. You see a thought is something that is planed out and has some form of meaning. A whim, on the other hand is a passing idea with no relevance to anything at that point in time.



So this whim came into existence. Without really wanting to exist or really having no clue as to what it was or even where is. All it knew was that it now existed. Now most whims spark into life, and then, wink out in a matter of seconds. This whim was different. It wanted to stay around a while and see where it was. So it took a long hard look around.



Then, it did something that was almost unheard of for whims to do. It started repeating itself. As other whims spark to life, they watch this one rouge whim do its little thing, To the other whims, this looks fun and decide to join in, each taking a turn expressing their little bit of knowledge.



Then, without warning, you have a couple dozen little whims in a string, each doing their little bit. And that is how a song gets stuck in your head.

Relax my ivory goddess, for you are safe. In my arms I shall protect you from all that troubles you. My soul shall shield you from the bothers and pain you deal with. My heart shall feed you with my lust for you and my passion shall keep you warm in the coldest of winters. For to be enwrapped with you would surely be bliss.

"Play my children.

Run wild and free, but not close to the woods. For within the trees lay the wolves.



They are wonderful to look at and fun to play with. At least for a while. They well run, dance and howl for your pleasure.



They well ask you to step deeper into the woods, away from the light. And whne you do, they change. What you thought was a friend is a monster.



A monster wanting to feast on your flesh and soul. They only was you for food, not as a friend.



So play my child.

Play wild and free, but not so close to the woods. Do you hear me children?





Children?



Children?



Oh my god............."