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The sky is full of thick clouds, I'm afraid it might rain soon.

Do we still have time?

Not much left. We'll need to hurry.

Adele looks at the sky without a cloud in sight.

Do you need me to buy an umbrella?

No, Adele. Look, I'm an umbrella.

We can't let the 'photograph' get wet, or be stolen. I'll keep it safe in my package.

What is this 'photograph' you're talking about?

Shh. I hope you never find out.

And if you do, that it happens far, far in the future.

The solemn creature lowers his head.

Let's go. We'll head upwards in a bit, and that's where we want to go.

You don't have enough wool yet, Adele. here, this is mine.

Eh...? O-Okay.

The two creatures seem to have shrunk a little, and Adele looks just like one of them.

Um... Oh! The wool seems to be bumping me upwards?

That means our trip is about to begin.

How's the view up there?

Always great before the rain falls.

And how are you feeling?

...Always great before the rain falls.

And you, Adele?

I...

Hm, you seem to be in a good mood?

The petite critter follows them, skipping and hopping.

Along the street, the lights, the clouds and the stars, it tries its best to get higher and higher.

Wow... I think it's gotten stronger.

Will it come with us?

The fluffy critter doesn't answer, and she bites onto a corner of Adele's coat. Clink, clank, they step on the lights.

Adele feels as if she's flying. People are come and go on the street—no, it is sheep that are moving to and fro.

——Oh! Be careful, you might run into someone.

They're selling flowers up ahead! I need to hurry.

No need to rush still, your rainbow is all crooked. Here, let me help you straighten it.

Alright, off you go.

Thank you, see you, so long!

Little Black Sheep shuffle through the streets one after another, going in and out of shops. The streets at night have taken on a different look.

Adele turns her head to look for her two companions who were separated by the waves of Little Black Sheep. As soon as she turns, she is greeted by the sight of two fluffy creatures quietly standing right behind her.

It is as if they have been waiting here for countless years.

Adele, you have to plant a pebble when you return this time.

A pebble?

Yes, just like we did with a small hunk of rock before.

We buried it in the ground, which was originally in a very dark shade, until it met many different kinds of rocks.

Let me guess. Because you bought a lot of 'luck' for it?

The two fluffy critters continue jumping upwards, towards the sky, seeming more distant than ever.

Adele stands in between, her hands outstretched holding onto their wool.

Well... that is one reason, but the important bit is that I water it with 'love' everyday.

And 'memories.'

Can you buy those in shops too?

No, little one. 'Love' and 'memories' are our own treasures.

They will grow on the paths you tread, in your embraces, and on the cheeks you kiss.

But sometimes they go unnoticed, so we always have to work hard to find them.

That little stone traveled through many mountains underground, and followed the rivers through many a place.

Knocking and bumping into things, and finally we realized, we had no idea where it had gone. We lost it.

Then, are you two... sad because of that?

We feel regret.

Perhaps we shouldn't have planted it, or maybe we should have planted it somewhere we could see.

Every little stone is unique, and we lost what was ours.

But I recall that it turned into lava in the end, warm and piping hot, and we all loved it.

Yes, we loved it.

Then, that's all right... It managed to turn into lava in the end, and you didn't forget it.

I think this little stone was already fortunate enough.

Maybe it's a dream. A dream, a story.

A story circling in my head, that needed us to tell you about it.

Then, if you ever meet this rock again one day, do you think you'll be able to recognize it?

Adele, my little rascal.

Will we still recognize it?

No, it has already turned into beautiful lava. Red hot lava rushing forward, never to look back again.

We will never ever meet it again, we will only be at its back.

It will go to places we have never been, to see sights we have never seen.

And all we need is to remember this story, to tell it to you. You'll also have to plant your own little pebble, and then watch it take root and sprout, watch it go far away.

Look, Adele. We've reached the peak.

The little stones have already turned into lava. The eruption is about to begin.

Is this story about to end too?

Not at all, this is just the beginning.

It will turn into a cloud, and then fall back to the ground.

It will no longer be a rock, but a handful of warm and white volcanic ash.

It is the little stones turning into nutritious volcanic ash that allows the land to bloom.

Our little stone will return. Someday, when that happens, we'll be able to see it again.

Will that be a long time, or will it be soon...?

Maybe we don't know.

Come, Adele. Hold onto me, we too will turn into clouds, and then fall back to the earth.

We're going to fly down together.

Adele hugs the creature by her side, and tries making a step—

She falls downwards, but it is slow and light, as if she is floating.

She sees her hair flying around her, the other Little Black Sheep lightly jumping around the lights of the shops.

The wool on her body holds her up, enveloping her. An experience already in the depths of her childhood memories, her parents hold her up, and throw her into the sky to catch the stars above.

She falls onto the wool, fluffy and soft beneath her. The stars fall into her eyes, and her eyes grow hot.

Shadows come and go on the street, and Adele tries to get on her feet, wanting to share this fantastic feeling with the two fluffy creatures by her side.

Phew... I...

Where are we going next?

I spotted many more little shops in the distance when we were above earlier. Should we go around and take a look?

I'll go look for places where we can find more bottle caps, so we can buy more of the things we want.

Adele's breathing quickens with her excitement.

The Little Black Sheep from earlier mentioned a flower shop just ahead. My mother used to always place some flowers by my bed when I was young. Do you like flowers?

Those small and white flowers, that look like you two.

Look, just like the one on that Little Black Sheep.

The fluffy creatures fall silent, no longer replying.

The stars in the sky dim, and then light up as they open their mouths.

Little one...

I know, the bedside flowers do smell really good. I love them too.