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A small patch of forest deep within Autum, the wind was gentle yet commanding, tossing large leaves, brown red and gold past the path of the young boy. A deep red muffler covered his mouth and nose from the dusts and cold gusts passing by. He walked slowly along the wide dirt road, his head down, his hands in his pockets, towards the large stone edifice ahead of him. A tall stone tower, cylindrical in shape, with a dome roof. Dead vines twisted themselves up the large structure, the few leaves quickly being taken by the wind, one at a time. The windows were thin and reserved in number, all save a large oculus in the center of the rooftop. The boy trudged onward, his mind barely concious of where he was.

((the boy http://i12.tinypic.com/4bf2c0i.jpg ))

His hands back in his pockets, the muffler tightened as need be, the young boy began to circle the stone tower, looking through all the windows. He'd circled it so many times in his lifetime, though he never ventured inside; courage not being one of his outstanding qualities. He suddenly stopped and tensed himself, the piano resumed playing another song, this one just as melancholy as the first, though even more colorful than before. He continued to walk across the circumference, until the shadowed entrance lay before him. The boy stared at the dark whole in the wall, a few leaves rustling by, seemingly being sucked in by the black portal. He was barely thinking, his minds worlds apart. He took one step forward, and then another, a few grains of dust getting in his eyes. He continued onward and rubbed them with the sleeve of his black sweater.

The song was coming from inside, a fugue, low and swirling with the wind. Once inside, a slight warmth passed over him, and his hands could once again fall to his side. He looked up and took in this new atmosphere. A thin staircaise spiralled upwards along the wall. The thin windows giving just the right amount of light to be dramatic yet inviting, the vines long since had crawled inside and had covered most of the inner wall as well. The boy took a few steps towards the stairs, still looking upwards. he saw there was a floor above him , the stairs leading to a trap door barely visible with the light given. Leaves instantly cracked as he took his first step, and the piano came to a halt. The boy froze, staring at the trap door. There was silence for almost too long a time, and the young boy was more than half ready to run out and home again. But just as he was about to turn, the piano upstairs seemed to spring to life once more. The boy sighed and rubbed his nose,
Did it hear me?
He thought, looking back up at the trap door.

He stood, frozen in time, the wind even seemed to silence itself at this discovery. Human figures, the room was full of them. All were standing, and covered with wide sheets, or what were once white. Now dirty and thick with dust, the swayed lazily below the open oculus above them. The room seemed to once be very well kept; large paintings hung by wires, almost randomly placed about. Near the edge of the floor, to the left, an old piano stood. Sitting on the piano bench was a clay sculpture of a person, covered in dust and cracked in many places. He almost looked like he was thinking of what to play next, his arms resting at his side, his face lowered to the keys.

The boy climbed in and clung one hand to his muffler. He walked to one of the covered figures and quickly pulled it off, a cloud of dust swriling all around him. It was another clay sculpture, this one a woman, standing proud, her arms to the side, her shoulders tight, and her chin high, looking towards one of the windows. The boy smiled now, enjoying the company of these new friends of his. He took all the sheets off and piled them in the center of the room. Smiling shyly, he walked over to the piano, looked at the sculpturenow next to him, and bowed.
"May I join you?.."