Blue shadows and soft crystals met the owl as he peeked from beneath the snow. Dreamers were coming. He had to be ready. Nobody noticed him, but he had to be ready. The dreamers needed to be let in, and he was the gatekeeper. If only he could get all the way to the surface, he could get to the gate, and the dreamers could begin their journey through the dream lands. He shifted this way, and wiggled that way. They got closer. A blob of snow fell from a branch above and buried our owl. The dreamers walked on.
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