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The harmonious chirps of the birds lurched me out of my daydream, illuminating the polar night before my eyes. The painting had an emotional value in my heart. It was a hidden gem hanging inside a wooden treehouse, an art that was denied from the world. For me, this was more authentic than any art I have ever seen. Because it had seen memories and growth. It was seeing the fruition of my existence through the age of time. Its original painter was no longer in this world, and yet every time I stare at it, it would always make me feel alive. Now it was watching me about to step closer to another chapter of my life.
"You need me?" the familiar voice asked, causing my eyes to avert from the magnificent painting.
Mad stood a few feet away from me. And I looked at her dashing presence.
