The sky over the valley hadn’t been blue for a long time. It was the color of a bruised plum, choked by the that coiled around the Plaza like obsidian snakes.
You stand at the edge of the Wishing Well, the heavy weight of the pressing down on your shoulders. Beside you, Merlin strokes his beard, his eyes reflecting the fading spark of the Dreamlight. "It’s getting worse," he whispers. "The memories are slipping through our fingers like sand." DISNEY DREAMLIGHT VALLEY(2022)
"You remember," Merlin breathes, a small smile breaking through his worry. The sky over the valley hadn’t been blue for a long time