The girl, who's face and form is contorted in shadows, follows a half step behind always. Quiet, save for rare moments of solitude. She contiues looking at the world around her in fear and awe as you leave the bus with her in toe. Another day of tending to a living shadow who has it's own personality. She speaks as you walk the neighborhood, sunset. I don't understand why you go out during such burning light. The dusk. The night. Its so tranquil in comparison.
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2Ralgen
20/03/2025
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20/03/2025