Around Fandom, Very Early Friday Morning

[lockestheway]

Early in the morning hours, something was in the air. Something that no one could quite put their finger on, but there was a distinct change.

Perhaps there was a song in the hearts of the residents. Wait, no that was a different time of the year.

Some unexplainable thing that drew people together in black and white with close ups on selective moments in their lives?

Come to think of it, there was probably a good reason we don't know what it is.

But the flowers of Fandom began to sway softly to that strange beat, that music... in the air... ...

And one by one opened, pollen drifting from their hearts and into the skies, into your homes, into your loins.