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Alice wiped away nonexistent tears when something caught the corner of her eye. She turned to see someone, or something, a few feet away. It appeared to be waving. Hesitant she waved back. Alice wasn’t sure if she had access to her magic here or not, I’m case the person or monster tried to attack her.
Catching sight of two glowing eyes, similar to his own, he let out a breath of relief and relaxed a bit. He calmly walked towards the the person, whom he had made out to be a girl, and bent down so that he was at eye level. Unable to speak, the Once-ler simply smiled. However, even that was hidden by the shadows that consumed him.
Alice sniffled or at least tried to. She didn’t actually have much of a voice in this bleak world. All she heard was static. Alice sat on the ground and brought her knees to her chest. Where was she? Was this heaven? Was this hell? She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know. The poor girl gave more pitiful sobs. She wanted comfort, someone to tell her that everything would be fine. Just something or someone.
The Once-ler listened closely for the sound and attempted to head in the direction it was coming from. The static was slightly disorienting, but he managed to make his way closer to the noise. He saw a small figure next to a nearby tree at last, and slowly drew closer. The Once-ler was unsure if the person was friendly or not, as he could not make out the same glowing eyes that the more docile residents had. He stopped several feet away and waved, hoping to catch their attention.
The Once-ler waves and shakes his head in response. While he has seen many an animal here, he hasn’t seen a wolf.
The Once-ler lies on the ground, his head propped up against a tree trunk…
Alice sat just a few trees down, crying. She was scared, not really knowing where she was. It was creepy and she was alone. She hadn’t seen anyone else around here, so she figured she was the only one around. The thought only made her cry harder. She didn’t want to be alone in this strange world. She wanted to go home.
Hearing a noise other than his own breathing and the static around him, the Once-ler sat up. He pulled his hat back onto his head, revealing his two marble-like, glowing eyes. The Once-ler listened for a moment before recognizing the sound. Though it was voiceless, it was easy to distinguish the noise as sobbing. He stood up and looked around in hopes of finding the source of the crying.
The Once-ler lies on the ground, his head propped up against a tree trunk. His hat covers his face as he rests on the grassy, silhouetted earth. The crack and shuffle of static picks at his ears. The Once-ler attempts to hum to block out the noise, but no voice leaves his throat. A prolonged sigh takes its place instead.