The lost boy’s bike rested on the mushroom like dangerous apple tree.

The bike slept for years like it was in coma waiting for a person to say weee and yay and feel alive again but no.

Leafs fell mud took over the wheel and animals started to make a burial.

The lost boy’s memory died…………but why feel so bad all though this bike was evil.

The bike is like the darkness that uses magic not for good but to …to make people dissapear.

The bike is like a demond suffering from it’s own mistake energy going less and less hatered gettting the best of it well who knows maybe it will come for you hehehehe.