The sky is maroon, maybe burgundy, like a white canvas tainted with red wine. Clouds are sparse, dusk beckons. Soon there will be little twinkle twinkles, little sparkly dots that fill the vast expanse.
Just below, it is sparse all around too. A solitary tree stands resolute, surrounded by lush fields of green. Giant branches extend from the stem, leaves gently tickled by a mild breeze.
A lone silhouette sits under the dense foliage, back against the enormous trunk. He is tentative. He closes his eyes, slowly envisaging. Just like in his saccharine dreams. Oh, the sweetness. Her pirouettes, gentle little steps of hers, waltzing like a carefree butterfly. He visualizes himself walking up to her, slightly coy, saying, "Hi I'm Fabian".
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