Thomas Skywalker left the noisy dance hall after his stint was finished. He had his brilliant blue guitar in its case across his back. His walking stick that he had worked on was in his left hand for he was the odd person who was a lefty. He was tired as passed a shop with various pictures. One picture however was twinkling with tiny blue lights. And it was the only one on the outside sidewalk instead of inside the store. Thomaas paused to look at the intriguing picture.
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His hand drawn to the picture for some unknown reason.... perhaps it was a trick of fate? 
But for sure the small plaque was dirty but he could see faint outlines of words. He began to wipe the dirt off and was able to read it.
"Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts. Please Touch to Enter. How strange of a sign this is..." Thomas spoke as he stood back up but as he stood up he realizes that he was falling.....into the picture? 
"How can one fall into an ordinary picture? Well, as far as I know, a person can't. So if a person can't faall into an ordinary picture, then this must be a magical picture. If this is a magical picture, then I must be entering Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts. It stands as logical reasoning... or is it illogical reasoning?" Thomas spoke to himself as he fell to the spongy ground where he landed on his feet.
There before his eyes was the very same castle from the picture.