It appeared, silently. Out of the white… which was awfully odd in the dead of the night… it stood looking on at the glow around, an unusual world of which it had found. Shadows stretched and bended hither, blended thether, faded together; the ghostly badger seemed to smile then after a while whispered adieu, then faded, the badger, the light, and the moment in time, leaving behind this peculiar rhyme. Badger adieu‽ Time to ponder, non?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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