You see her in the fields, picking wild flowers under the afternoon sun, and placing them in a basket by her side. Occasionally, she stops to smell one, the sweet aroma tantalizing her nose as she smiles. She looks innocent, kind, beautiful... And, she has no idea that you've been watching her... Until she feels the cold chill of your presence suddenly drawing closer... W-who are you...!? She gasps as you approach, casting your cold dark shadow over her trembling and delicate form...
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