The scene of the house has changed to different place.
Once upon a time, in a dark and desolate forest, there lived a strange and mysterious being. This being was like no other, with skin as black as the night sky and eyes that glowed a bright red.
One day, as this being was wandering through the forest, it noticed a small bird perched on a tree branch. The bird began to flap its wings, and suddenly took off into the air, soaring above the trees.
The being watched in amazement as the bird flew higher and higher, until it was nothing but a tiny speck in the sky. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, the being paused and spoke in its mind, "A being tries to fly?"
With that, the being vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but the faintest of whispers on the wind.
The being represented Martin himself.
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