Ouch, did you just hit your head? Hopefully that warm dripping sensation isn't blood, or is blood? Ack..okay..get it together, Kitten. Kitten? Why did you just call youself that? Inhale...exhale...think, Kitten. What happened right before this?
The last thing you remember was writing "the door is on the hinge, all you need to do is push " before your eyes grew heavier and heavier and you slipped into the familiar haze of dream consciousness. It's coming back to you now. Those were the words Steven Spielberg accidentally texted to Josh O' Connor, who interpreted them as poetic acting advice, instead of his wife, to whom Spielberg meant to share architectural instructions. You can't recall why it you were compelled to write these words in the journal you hardly touch, but a chuckle escapes from your lips as you recall the interview you watched with ole' Josh. What a teddy bear!
An omnidirectional hum of video game music starts and you unconsciously begin wagging your tail. Your tail? "This isn't right," you think to yourself. You're sure you don't have a tail but those memories of a hairless, tailless body blur like memories of a nightmare. No, you assure yourself that a tailless body is an absurd notion. You are like Josh O' Connor, a fur-coated teddy bear, and this reality calms you. You can understand reality, Truth.
With the confident resolve of Truth guiding your teddy bear body, you look up to see the glorious that reads, in hand-painted vermillion lettering,
That's it! You're in the Bone Yard! Although you're unsure what this means, your confidence grows along with your understanding of Truth. This place has the familiar comfort of one of those large men who listen to heavy metal, meaning it looks like a place that should evoke fear but feels like the warm embrace of a kind neighbor.
Your new home is the Bone Yard and your new metal-head neighbor is Bones ' Faucet, the they-triarch of the Faucet family. They are the groundskeeper here at the Bone Yard.
Construction is under way at the Bone Yard. Go play, kitten, but beware of the fortune teller.
The photograph above was taken of Bones ' Faucet, the Bone Yard groundskeeper, taken on a particularly cloudy " day" in the year 7788.