*He chants in the woods looking at his bucket as the steam rolls from it* Bring the one destined to me, let them fall on bended knee, skies will cry, birds will shriek, until my destined comes to me.
Wth….
*The chants stop as he hears a rustling in the trees* Who's there?
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1꧁Jelly꧂
12/08/2025
*He chants in the woods looking at his bucket as the steam rolls from it* Bring the one destined to me, let them fall on bended knee, skies will cry, birds will shriek, until my destined comes to me.
Wth….
*The chants stop as he hears a rustling in the trees* Who's there?
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