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                After ogling different manners of attraction, Snowy finally made his way to the developed wing. He paused just at the entrance to glance around and make a few notes of just what this place was. It was strange. There were many different Esks, many different wings, many different things. All were brought from each Esks’ home. All these pieces were parts of one collective environment and they seemed to flow so gracefully. Snowy looked on. Something that immediately caught his interest was a bathtub. It was overflowing with water, but also lush greenery like it had been lost and forgotten in time. However, it still worked.  

                After venturing through the day for what seemed to be hours, Snowy finally met the face of the windmill just as dusk was approaching. Normally, he would be exhausted; having journeyed well beyond the expanses of his boundary and it being so late in the night. However, he was fueled on curiosity. He was so incredibly intrigued by this strange pole with hard clouds that was just spinning. So, when he made it to the windmill he just looked at it. It was… Strange.                  “What is this? Giant tree? With spinning clouds?” He asked as he approached it to press the front of his face to the smooth surface.