Two piercing white-almost headlight eyes stare back, soon five long and twisted fingers wrap around the tree followed by a coarse-mimicking Voice hello? its eyes narrow slightly as it pulls itself from behind the tree, falling in a tangled mess of gaunt limbs, skin a dark, sickly brown, stretched over sharp, jagged bones. It untangles itself, standing as its joints twist and click uncomfortably. It lumber towards you with laboured breath as it mutters out the same soft bird songs
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09/03/2025