Finn Offield
Under the glistening moonlight, a magician awaits his audience
The souls follow the starlight to a broad clearing in the forest with loud and vigorous foot steps
They glimpse up at the man, his tall form draped in luxurious cloth, a plan satchel rests at his side
Soon the show began
The magician held his hands up high, one gripping a small container of ointment and the other a small frog
He quickly swiped his finger through the cup and applied the substance to the frog
the frog then spontaneously bursted into flames, leaving a raccoon in its place
As the raccoon recoiled from the magician’s touch the audience was frozen in a state of awe, staring blatantly up at the man whose dedication shone through his work
and with that he disappeared into the forest from the same place he’d appeared
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