• "Rain will fall again"
    What could that mean?
    Rain hasn't fallen once in Memoir, Toybox, or Candyland according to the official history. The closest thing we have to rain is when the cotton candy clouds in Candyland fall with the seasons. Pink for spring, orange for fall, and red for summer. I can guess what you're thinking, "Wait, where's winter?"
    There is no winter. There never was one.
    I'll let you know a little secret,winter is only a transition of imbetween from summer over to fall.
    The people of elsewhere have a calender far different from ours, the have four seasons, counting the silly thing of 'winter'.
    I find it quite ridiculous to add in such a small thing. But we have a much more advanced way of time. Our ancestors from back and back and back created it.
    With a snap of a finger, the unconcious part of your mind will be awakened, just for a second, revealing all that is impossible for you, such as telling time. Only for a second, that is all it is capable of.
    I'm not allowed to do it, though. I'm always excluded from dream sharing, knowledge gaining, and communicate with your past selves ceremonies. If I could communicate with my past self, I would say, 'study before the test', or maybe give myself the answers. It's been done before.
    And as I walked on, going through the questionably safe amusement park that was located in the middle of Toybox, I stopped myself.
    Why? Why am I not included?

    Usually, usually, I would stop myself there. But this was not a usual time, many weird things have happened, and every one of them confused me more, bringing more mysteries to my life.
    Where are the answers?

    Nowhere to be found, apparently.
    Are you sure you want answers? a small voice in my mind whispered, just loud enough to be heard.
    Yes, my entire life has been filled with questionable things, why did I like purple and green, but not pink like everyone else, why I'm not aloud to participate in anything involving me to dunk into my subconcious. Even. For. A. Second.
    Then, close your eyes, and relax. the small voice whispered again, sounding agitated.
    I obeyed, and found myself in a spectrum of colors. Colors that were in light, colors that had not yet received a name, colors that had not been seen before. Yet none of these colors were the least bit dark, all a cheerful, yet dull bright.
    This is where your answers lie.

    And I was now alone, and free to explore.