heres a story that took me 5 hours It was a warm, still evening as the sky glowed crimson and gold, painting the world in a soft, nostalgic light. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, carried on the gentle breeze that rustled through the leaves of the ancient oak tree that dominated the center of the village green. The occasional murmur of laughter drifted across the lawn, accompanied by the clink of glasses and the gentle strains of a violin somewhere in the distance. A group of children chased each other around the maypole, their giggles and shrieks of delight echoing through the village like tiny bells. The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the village in a warm, golden light, as if to cast a spotlight on the old stone cottage at the edge of the green. Its thatched roof was coated in a thick layer of moss, and ivy climbed up the walls, giving it an almost enchanted appearance. The cottage's only inhabitant, an elderly woman named Edith, sat on a bench outside her front door, enjoying the peacefulness of the evening. She wore a flowery dress and a straw hat, her silver hair tied up in a bun. A small, furry creature perched on her shoulder, nibbling on a piece of stale bread. A young boy, no more than ten years old, approached the cottage, his eyes wide with curiosity. He was dressed in a pair of worn trousers and a frayed shirt, and he carried a small, leather satchel slung over his shoulder. The boy paused for a moment, taking in the scene before him, and then mustered up the courage to knock on the door. Edith, sensing his presence, turned her head slightly in his direction. The boy swallowed nervously and waited. After a moment, Edith stood up slowly, her joints creaking slightly from age. She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a warm, cozy interior filled with all manner of odds and ends. "Yes, dear?" she asked gently, her wrinkled face creasing into a kindly smile. The boy took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak. "My name is Thomas," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "I was told I could find help here." Edith's eyes widened in surprise. "Help, you say?" she repeated, her voice wavering. "And who might have sent you on this errand?" Thomas glanced over his shoulder, as if afraid someone might overhear. "It's a long story," he whispered. "But I need to find someone... or something. Something that was lost a long time ago." Edith studied the boy's earnest face for a moment, and then stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter the cottage. The interior of the cottage was warm and cozy, with a fire crackling in the hearth. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with worn leather-bound volumes and dusty antique tomes. A threadbare Persian rug covered the wooden floor, and a flickering candle cast soft shadows across the room. Against one wall sat an ancient desk, its surface cluttered with papers, parchments, and various strange trinkets. Edith gestured for Thomas to take a seat on an old, worn armchair in front of the fire. She perched herself on the edge of a nearby ottoman, her furry companion still sitting on her shoulder, its tiny claws digging into her shoulder. "Now then, Thomas," she said softly, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "You say you need help finding something lost long ago. Can you tell me more about this thing?" Thomas took a deep breath and began to tell Edith his story. He spoke of a distant land, of a hidden treasure, and of a dark sorcerer who had stolen it away. He told her of his long journey, of the friends he had made and lost along the way, and of the determination that burned inside him to see this quest through to the end. As he spoke, Edith listened intently, her face growing more and more serious with each passing moment. When Thomas finally fell silent, Edith sat in contemplative silence for a moment, her wrinkled fingers steepled beneath her chin. Finally, she spoke. "Thomas," she said quietly, "I am not sure if I can help you find this treasure. It has been lost for many years, and its location has been forgotten by all but a few. However," she continued, her voice growing stronger, "I know of someone who might be able to help you. A wise old man who lives deep in the forest. He has lived many lifetimes, and his memory stretches back farther than most. Perhaps he will be able to shed some light on this matter." Thomas's eyes widened in hope. "Where do I find this man?" he asked eagerly. "And how do I get there?" Edith smiled gently. "He is not easy to find," she warned. "You must travel deep into the forest, and even then, you may wander for days without success. But if you look carefully, and keep your wits about you, you will eventually find him. And when you do, tell him that Edith sent you." Thomas nodded gratefully, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Edith," he said, extending his hand. "You have given me new hope. I will not fail you." Edith clasped his hand firmly, her grip surprisingly strong for one so old. "I have no doubt that you will succeed, Thomas," she said with a knowing smile. "The world needs more brave souls like you." With renewed determination burning in his chest, Thomas stood up and bowed respectfully to the elderly woman. "Farewell, Edith," he said. "I will return with the treasure, or die trying." And with that, he turned and left the cottage, setting off once more into the night, his heart filled with purpose and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle carrying him forward on the gentle breeze. Days passed, and Thomas wandered deeper into the forest, following the trail of whispers and rumors that seemed to point toward the old man Edith had spoken of. He faced many challenges along the way, from treacherous terrain to hostile wildlife, but he persevered, driven by the memory of Edith's kindness and the hope that he would one day find the treasure and return it to its rightful owners. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Thomas emerged from the dense foliage to find himself standing before a small, dilapidated hut nestled at the base of a towering oak tree. A faint light flickered behind a crack in the door, and the scent of wood smoke hung heavy in the air. Summoning all his courage, Thomas knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the stillness of the forest. After what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing the weathered face of an old man with a long, white beard. His eyes were sharp and piercing, and they regarded Thomas with a mixture of curiosity and wisdom. "Ah, you must be the one Edith spoke of," he rasped. "Come in, come in. I've been expecting you." Thomas hesitantly stepped inside, taking in the humble interior of the hut. Books and scrolls lined the walls, and a cozy fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the old man's weathered features. "Please," the old man continued, gesturing for Thomas to take a seat on a rough-hewn bench. "Tell me your tale, young one. And be warned, it is a tale of both triumph and tragedy, of hope and despair, and of the eternal struggle between light and darkness."
@@NorCalTurbolate but yes, u can’t play music anymore there’s another game tho, it’s named TB productions:the eras tour ((I think don’t trust my words as much I js heard)) and yh u can’t play music anymore in that game anymore ((u used too)) unfortunately..
