Morning in Golden Light

India stretched her arms wide as golden sunlight painted Sunflower Valley in warm hues. The tall yellow flowers swayed gently, their faces all turned toward the rising sun like a crowd of cheerful spectators.

"Another beautiful morning," she said, adjusting her bright purple jacket decorated with tiny musical notes. Her wavy dark brown hair caught the breeze as she walked between the towering sunflowers.

She pulled out her phone to check the time. November 15th, 8:00 AM. Perfect timing for her morning vocal exercises before meeting her cousin Michael for their songwriting session.

India took a deep breath and began humming a melody that had been stuck in her head all week. The sunflowers seemed to lean in closer, as if they wanted to hear her sing.

"Maybe today we'll finally write that perfect song," she whispered to herself, not knowing how important those words would become.

The Unexpected Visitor

India walked toward the oak tree where she always met Michael. Her cousin sat on a wooden bench, scribbling notes in his leather journal.

"Morning, Michael!" she called, waving her hand.

He looked up and smiled. "Ready for our songwriting session?"

Before India could answer, a colorful parrot swooped down from the tree branches. The bright green bird landed right on Michael's shoulder.

"Well, hello there," Michael laughed, surprised by the feathered visitor.

The parrot tilted its head and spoke in a clear voice: "Time loop! Time loop! November fifteenth forever!"

India stepped back, confused. "What did it just say?"

Michael gently tried to shoo the bird away, but it wouldn't budge. "I think it's just repeating something it heard somewhere."

The parrot squawked again: "Same day, same day, until the perfect song!"