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The boy was sprawled on the grass, looking a bit dazed. Smiling unabashedly at me, he got up, picking grass out of his messy white hair, and shook off his white clothes and wings. "W-wings?" I whispered. Bits of dirt unattached, and revealed a pair of long, feathery wings. He looked up at the sky, a nostalgic expression on his face, and gave it a little wave. Recognition dawned on me. "Why are you here?" I asked him. "Well, I saw you," he admitted, "and I fell."  

I can not remember how I got there. Maybe it was the fact that perhaps I was still dreaming. Maybe I had simply walked there, and forgotten. But that did not matter. All that mattered was that I was here, he was here, and we were together. We were alone, and together. We sat on swings, swinging, swinging. Up and down, up and down. Together. "So," he had said, "You have come." His hair was white, not an ashy gray or like impure water, but a white so clean it was like gently falling snow. His skin was pale - it was unnatural, and the dark colors of his clothing contrasted sharply against his features. We sat on the swings, our legs brushin

It was snowing. A delicate snowflake landed on his nose, his body heat quickly melting it into liquid. Alex shivered. He hated the snow. It was so cold, so wet, so.. white. Utter blankness and emptiness. He shivered. Looking to His Majesty's lumbering warm form for comfort, Alex stalled in the cold night air and looked up at the snowing skies. Snowflakes spiraled towards him, again and again, for ever and all eternity. His eyes drawn into the pattern, he felt himself lulled in, yet falling, falling, falling... "It's so pretty..." He muttered to himself, gazing into the white speckled void. The king's warm touch startled him into reality

 With stoic determination, the man stepped into the factory. Thoroughly swathed in deep shades of violets and purples, he stood out from his companion, and the dreary grays of the walls. His companion was much like a rat – small and skittish, and outfitted in a gray ensemble. “I-if you’ll f-follow me, m-m-my Lord,” the small hunched man stuttered. The man simply allowed a brief nod, and started forward, long limbs pushing him quickly further into the building. His companion scurried after him to catch up. Soon, they came upon walls of rows of pods, one upon another. The pods each had a clear plexi-glass window, surr