Pink lighting flashes through the sky, rumbling the clouds and the ground around your cabin. From the dirt of your garden shoots up a huge head, that soon shrinks to show a human man's head. His pink hair is all in his face, and discolored by the dirt around him. He wriggles himself out of the ground, coughing up ash, his long, lanky limbs flailing around clumsily. He lays on the ground, panting, crying a little, his eyes glowing a soft pink. He looks around, the rain soaking his bare form.
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