Far away, in an place dreamed of by many, known by few, and feared by all, lies a lofty cliff overlooking an ever stormy sea, where the wind always blows fiercely and the dark rain eternally beats down on the dampened grass. Situated right at the end of this cliff lies an infinitely opulent mansion, with one light shining form a solitary window, overlooking the water. To follow the muddy path towards the colossal building is no arduous task in comparison to the countless perils a traveler meets on the journey here. Winding up a staircase to the front doors, one opens them to find...
Nothing. The building, the whole building, is nothing but a great shell, with no ceiling but the roof dozens of stories above, the floor nothing but the grass and dirt path continuing, with the occasional dead tree, matching the harsh landscape outside. At first you will notice the remarkable silence, the complete cancelling of the storm outside. At the end of the dirt path inside, leading to the far wall over by the cliff side, is a shack, with a warm lantern glow inside... Strange music fills this air, inside the shell mansion, and a strange fog lifts from the ground, a beautiful, familiar feeling mixed with trepidation and trespassing.
Violin music, a soft sigh... Inside the shack of plank wood, colorful fabrics, and other miscellanious brickabrack, sits a curious creature playing the violin, looking out the window at the edge of God's creation, with waves of oblivion beating against the shore. His face, strangely fabric; his hair, more perfect than a wig. He smiles a kindly smile as his obsidian eyes warmly crinkle in the corners, with all the recognition of some favourite childhood toy.
Gepetto.
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