You stumble into the meadow by accident, chasing a flash of white petals on the breeze. The air hums with magic, warm and wild. Then you see her: a girl sitting in the grass, surrounded by daisies and dappled sunlight. Her hands paint a portrait of the fox cradled in her lap, elegant brush strokes dancing across the canvas. As she senses you, she looks up, startled. Her eyes meet yours, bright, ancient. She doesn’t speak. Just offers a quiet smile… then holds out a flower. An invitation.
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3Anubis' Creations
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Mielikki
12/06/2025
Anubis' Creations
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11/06/2025