Come with me, to a world of pure imagination| meadow finding

[div style="margin-top: 4px; margin-left: 9px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 36px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; line-height: 22px;"]WE'LL ALWAYS SEEK,
WE'LL ALWAYS FIND!

Though the memory of Saturn's burial, when they were first taken far, far away from him, still stung, the flowers of the meadow were just too beautiful. Without Saturn knowing, somehow, their husband followed them, with large white paws pushing away grass with each step. His body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, greys were hardly noticable, but his purples were becoming pinks.

"There it is." He rumbled, smiling as Saturn frolicked in the flowers. He sighed, ears flicking.

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