3Words: SWANS (a-swimming), PIPERS (-piping), SNOW (globe)
“Believe me, you are lucky one. Now dress in that, because we need to move on.”
Jimy put on his new choir robes.
“Follow me.” Jeremy pulled the wooden door.
They walked out to the long hall, adorned with white carpet all the way to the wall at the end.
Little pipers stood in line on the borders of the carpet. They played some joyful melody. Then some swans flew out of their flutes and flew up the ceiling, disappearing into the night.
“Welcome to Wonderland, Jimy.” A new little man greeted him, same exact face like Jeremy. “The never-ending land of snow.”