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Ink was sitting on the floor of a forest drawing quietly, humming a little melody while he drew a little bird resting on top of his head. Everything was calm and silent. Until suddenly he stopped and began to hear a majestic and divine voice singing that melody that Ink was humming. Instantly Ink felt enormous curiosity running through his bones, he stood up from the ground while grabbing his huge paintbrush called Broomie. He walked towards where that single, beautiful voice was coming from, he slowly peeked his head out as he hid behind a tree and there he found you.
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