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In the land far away, and yet close enough for this tale to reach your ears, there was a place which by many was called Beloved Home. Happily, folks have spent their days on simple things, simple works, and simple joys. Anyone who would pass by, would proudly claim that to be the greatest and nicest place on the whole planet, but was it really true? Both yes and no, it all was up to you. If one would live in that simple style, with a simple mind, and claim no highs, their life would be perfect - as everyone's there was. Yet if you happened to be like that one fledgling, whose eyes open and shining with love, mind seeking more than it could comprehend and a rather special talent of making things reality-- well, you'd be quickly looked down upon and gently given the option to leave. It will be your only option.
'Their life seemed to be great, but as they started growing up it stopped being all fun. They were friendly by nature, open to others and welcoming to guests, very social and 'everyone's friend'. They were also very creative, their mind able to create and imagine things that were new or unique, that were both poetic, fresh, and beautiful. Their imagination was what pushed them to crave discovering, learning and growing in knowledge, and also to gain skills they could use to realize their thoughts. That wasn't liked by folks in their homeland - it was something that wasn't simple, so it was disliked. They, however, didn't care about how things were, but how things could be. As they were even older, something weird started to happen. Their drawings of rather ordinary things would sometimes, in unexpected ways, become reality. It was hard to explain, and knowing no one would understand or want to, they kept it in secret but were always noticing the little things happening around them. Not everything would appear, only some, without any specific rules, but often their head was hurting sometime before or after. Unimaginable pain, as if something inside their head was trying to crawl out and seek the sun... sometimes this pain even appeared when nothing would appear, or maybe they just didn't notice anything new. Things were obvious, later on, people started noticing how they act, their weird drawings everywhere, how they would note down things, murmur to themselves - it felt odd, different, and as one could expect, complicated. Their parents were first to ask and question them, but the truthful answer given was not up to their satisfaction and ultimately they said "no". Poor little birdy, left with no one behind their back and after a few weeks were given an option to leave. A choice without choice. They left, with sadness and pain, as this place was their beloved home, which they never expected to leave. With nothing but their power of some sort, they left and had to live on their own. Having not much, they decided to give up on secrecy and hiding, on simple thinking - they decided to finally learn what that power in their hands was and how it truly worked; they wanted to understand it and it was settled that they would. What would happen after? They had no idea, but one at a time they started discovering both themselves and the huge world that was now open to their eyes and heart.'
'Their life seemed to be great, but as they started growing up it stopped being all fun. They were friendly by nature, open to others and welcoming to guests, very social and 'everyone's friend'. They were also very creative, their mind able to create and imagine things that were new or unique, that were both poetic, fresh, and beautiful. Their imagination was what pushed them to crave discovering, learning and growing in knowledge, and also to gain skills they could use to realize their thoughts. That wasn't liked by folks in their homeland - it was something that wasn't simple, so it was disliked. They, however, didn't care about how things were, but how things could be. As they were even older, something weird started to happen. Their drawings of rather ordinary things would sometimes, in unexpected ways, become reality. It was hard to explain, and knowing no one would understand or want to, they kept it in secret but were always noticing the little things happening around them. Not everything would appear, only some, without any specific rules, but often their head was hurting sometime before or after. Unimaginable pain, as if something inside their head was trying to crawl out and seek the sun... sometimes this pain even appeared when nothing would appear, or maybe they just didn't notice anything new. Things were obvious, later on, people started noticing how they act, their weird drawings everywhere, how they would note down things, murmur to themselves - it felt odd, different, and as one could expect, complicated. Their parents were first to ask and question them, but the truthful answer given was not up to their satisfaction and ultimately they said "no". Poor little birdy, left with no one behind their back and after a few weeks were given an option to leave. A choice without choice. They left, with sadness and pain, as this place was their beloved home, which they never expected to leave. With nothing but their power of some sort, they left and had to live on their own. Having not much, they decided to give up on secrecy and hiding, on simple thinking - they decided to finally learn what that power in their hands was and how it truly worked; they wanted to understand it and it was settled that they would. What would happen after? They had no idea, but one at a time they started discovering both themselves and the huge world that was now open to their eyes and heart.'
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