prologe
a dark cloud swirled in the air, seemingly searching for a lost entity. it francticly danced in the wind, wandering back and forth. that is, until it headed towards something: arthur's house.
it flew through one of the windows, sucking in the freezing midnight air. inside was a young aardvark, doubtlessly dreaming of magical pony adventures and crazy buses. with zero hesitation, the mist wrapped around the child whom could not notice within her deep sleep. as quickly as it arrived, the purple fog dissipated, leaving a faint shadowy aura around the little girl.
