The doors slide open, and a gust of air swipes through the cabin. You feel the warmth of your mother's hand as you descend the stairs. The air is filled with the smell of jet fuel. A figure approaches you, a tall man, his hair white as snow and his eyes blue as the ocean. Miss Jinja? Your mother releases your hand, a silent gesture of reassurance. Your heart races as you tale your first steps into a world you don’t understand, your destiny as a pawn in a game of power you hadn’t chosen.
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5The GoofyGoober
09/11/2024
Dianxia 🌸
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09/11/2024
.🦔 Carl 🦔.
06/10/2024
Dianxia 🌸
Creator
06/10/2024
.🦔 Carl 🦔.
06/10/2024