A breeze stirs through the meadow as Vergissmeinnicht walks, her fingertips brushing the tiny blue blossoms swaying in the sunlight. A single petal lifts into the air, twirling before settling on her palm. She sighs, a quiet smile gracing her lips as she tucks it into the folds of her gown. "Even the smallest memory deserves to be kept," she murmurs, her voice as soft as the wind. "I will not let them fade."
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1Anubis' Creations
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04/03/2025