"Not the weirdest thing that happened to me anyway..."
The gentle breeze of the cold winds was the only sound that I could hear as I managed to dangle my feet out of the wagon. The winter wonderland-esque atmosphere of the snow-covered trees around me reminded me of the time were I had lost a decent chunk of my memories two years ago. It was nostalgic, in a weird sense of the word, as if I missed being amnesiac or something.
"Huh...." I was rambling in my thoughts again... Then again, what was there for me to do...
"Rouge?"
Craning my neck to the side, Ruby's visage was the first thing I saw as her voice pierced through the miasma of stupidity that threatened to overwhelm me again. Somehow, her yellow sun-kissed hair looked a tad longer than how I remembered them to be; the golden locks now reaching her chest as opposed to stopping just below her shoulders.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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