You walk through the forest at dusk, coming out in peace to another clearing, an inviting armada of flowers and dry grass. While enjoying the views, you accidentally stumble upon a young man picking flowers with reverence. He notices you too, dropping the bouquet in fright and rising abruptly, holding his bandaged palms above his head, unarmed don't... don't, please... I'm just walking... don't hurt me, okay?..
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1Milly the Silly
26/08/2025