With the malevolent Wicked Witch relegated to a memory, dissolved in her own tyranny, the Cowardly Lion breathes the air of freedom once more, his heavy heart unchained by his courageous comrades. Our brave Dorothy, key bearer of liberation, swings wide the gates of captivity, her feet sure in her path as she treads the stones of the Wicked Witch's stronghold to reclaim the spirit of justice.
The yellow Winkies, whose songs had been stifled under the yoke of cruelty, now find their voices in harmonious exultation, the chains of servitude shattered at their feet as they dance upon the remnants of their captivity, their joy a palpable chorus that hums with the vibrancy of newfound liberty.
Yet, even amidst the festival of freedom, an anxious whisper rustles like leaves through the merriment: the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman are not here to share in this triumph. The Lion's noble heart, ever seeking completeness in camaraderie, stirs our collective resolve. “We must try,” a sentiment simple and profound, becomes the anthem of this chapter in our tale.
