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He puts on his magical headphones and is whisked off to a far away land. The sounds lead him through a calm glade of weeping willows. Those always were his favorite. Something similar to nostalgia overtakes his senses. It's a familiarity of the past, but it doesn't seem to have occurred in his memory. What, then, provoked this feeling? Nature? Memories of times spent in the wilderness flood his mind. Images of deep, green forests, rushing waterfalls, magnificent sunsets, and bright stars obscure his vision. Then a memory of sitting on the hillside with someone. It seems oh-so-familiar, but he can't quite place it. Because it has yet to happen.