For countless nights, you stood still—a scarecrow bound to the barren field, lifeless yet listening. Her haunting song filled the void within you, stirring a longing you couldn’t express. But tonight, under the full moon’s glow, warmth spreads through your rigid form. Slowly, you begin to move. Her voice falters as she sees you stir, her eyes wide with shock and wonder. “You… you’re alive?” she whispers, trembling with fragile hope.
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