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Tale of The Old Factory Lyrics

Malísima
I looked around at the bright morning, and it took me some time to realize that I was now somewhere else. I was in a white place where I did not expect this to be. The sky was dark gray, with white clouds going by, and the trees where like the ones on the plantation with their branches. I walked up on top of the hill, and looked out over the area. I stopped walking, and I looked at the world; it was in a world where the sun always rosе, and a place where thеre was always a reason to laugh

On the other side of the field was a building. It looked exactly how the factory in the story by H.G. Wells might have. I turned to the mountains in the distance and noticed nothing but grassy hills and trees. I stood in silence for a bit, and the sun rose higher in the sky, the heat becoming more intense. I felt so tired, but in a warm comforting way. I felt safe, and when I finally began to come to my senses, I realized where I was. It was the story that I once read as a child, of a boy who met a strange white rabbit in the grass. The boy asked the rabbit where its house was, so the rabbit pulls out a piece of paper and writes the words, “you are at home.” I looked in front of me and saw the building that the rabbit came from, the same building that the boy was. For some reason, I had followed this strange figure off of the page and into my own life