Close your eyes. Imagine you're lying in a forest, slowly waking from an epic dream. A swift wind brushes across your face as birds, near and far away, sing their morning song. You've been lying here a very long time, but time is not important. The world that you used to know is distant now, like a foggy field outside, across, apart from this peaceful embrace of ancient trees.
Cold leaves rustle below your waking body as your eyelids rise like red velvet curtains. Your vision is blurred at first, and strains to see what hangs patiently above your head. Someone is waiting to walk you through the forest, someone is the shepherd of all your waking dreams. Now open your eyes.
IT'S THIS GUY!
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