She'd like to believe they were even singing along with her...
Many Years Later…
Aurora sang softly to herself as she walked through the forest that surrounded the cottage. It was a beautiful morning, with the sound of birds chirping. She'd like to believe they were even Пение along with her, but she knew birds didn't understand her words.
The dirt was cool beneath her feet, which would be a vast contrast to later in the afternoon when the sun was directly above Neverland. For now, though, the sun was low in the sky, casting beams of bright light through the trees as if there had been a golden explosion just beyond the trees. The trees and plants were...
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