OPENING STORY By Duna Mas
It’s a rainy autumn day, the back to school. The birds don’t sing, they are dead.
The school is shrouded in grey clouds, as usual. Around the door there are
depressed and discouraged teenagers.
The bell rings indicating the beginning of class. The day has just begun. Leave
your imagination behind. They’re going to cut your wings.
The school is shrouded in grey clouds, as usual. Around the door there are
depressed and discouraged teenagers.
The bell rings indicating the beginning of class. The day has just begun. Leave
your imagination behind. They’re going to cut your wings.
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