!“A Space Where Nothing Used To Be.” !
“Only those who claim the colors and fonts won’t make their eyes hurt will proceed.”
“Brave beings,”
“The boy who doesn’t understand.”
A boy builds a sandcastle on a beach and then smashes it flatly with his bucket. "Haha!" He goes.
"Don't do that!" A girl beside him says; a little annoyed: she tries to "fuss" the sand back together into a decent shape; but can't form the castle that existed before... she sits back and sighs; glares at him with her arms crossed. "Happy now?" She asks. The boy grins. "Deeply happy.”
“The girl who’s naively opening doors.”
a queen stands proudly at the entry of her castle; there's a ball inside; she's standing there dressed in robes, wearing a golden crown and holding a silver scepter. She welcomes the guests coming down from their carriages; shaking their hands, smiling brightly.
And then a small toad hops forward, carrying its invitation; the girl glances down; frowns. "Uh...." she begins.
"I am invited too!" The frog exclaims; waving the invitation in its hand. the queen sighs. "Go ahead!"
the frog smiles and jumps forward. But in a strange moment of panic the girl snaps and yells "no come back!!!" She yanks the frog fiercely like a toy; grabbing it with a strange kind of anger; and tears it off of the steps of the castle and throws it like a volleyball down the hills; with an anger of a 5 year old w a tantrum. The frog goes-screaming.
“You’re News."
A fireman climbs into the front seat of his truck, takes off his gloves and then suddenly notices a dog behind him. “Ack!” The fireman says, turning around. But the dog isn’t there; the fireman turns back around and realizes the dog is only present in the mirror. “Hello.”
The dog says, amused.
“What?” The fireman starts. “What are you here for now?”
“To deliver a message.” The dog answers. “You’re news.”
“News? What do you mean -I am news?-“
The dog fades away. Leaving the fireman alone
“Fairytales.”
An old woman picks up a wooden sword. And then faces her spunky young grandson who wears a wooden crown.
“now, boy,” the old woman says, trying to get into the game; and enjoying it; “let’s see if you can overpower an old king like me!” She charges towards him w the sword; the boy spins around; he has a staff of his own; even tho they are grandmother and grandson; this scene is equivalent to a charged duel between a villain and a Hero; they charge at one another and their weapons clash; click clack-click-clack; and then the old woman gently pushes the boy into a corner; where he trips back into a treasure chest (a fake one) and falls into it; the old woman approaches; her wooden sword in hand; she gently points it at the boy’s chest, he looks terrified (he’s playing the game well) “got you now, son!” The old woman jeers.
