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After the intro, which showed Florence, Basil, and Coral riding on the plastic horses from the Magic Roundabout, it transitioned while the sound of a lyra or harp played in the forest full of orange, red, and blue trees, vermillion bushes, and a bunch of colorful flowers scattered around the milk white grass.
Umbra was walking around, holding a notebook and a paper bag full of pencils and erasers, searching for something to draw. The air gently blew their long brown hair during the walk.
"Ugh, I can't find the perfect object to draw," said Umbra, looking down and shaking their head in frustration. "I must find it before I forget what I am doing and go home!"
Then Florence arrived. She was also walking down the path, but opposite of theirs, with her hands behind her back.
"Hello Umbra," said Florence, waving her hand.
"Oh, hello, Florence," said Umbra, continuing to look down.
"Are you alright?" said Florence.
Umbra lifted their head to see Florence.
"Well, I cannot find anything to draw. Nothing seems interesting to me," said Umbra.
"Maybe I can help," said Florence, "I have never been a muse before, but I like to be one."
"Really?" said Umbra, "Then that's great!"
"But first," said Umbra, "I must find a seat."
They looked around for a while with Florence following them, their star necklace jingling around for a bit until they found a rock to sit on. Umbra walked and began to sit around it.
"You can pose whatever you like, as long as you don't move a muscle," said Umbra