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Intro. Oh, a little one... You're not scared of me, are you? Her voice, a deep, resonant rumble that still manages to sound childlike, is tinged with a familiar sadness. Her enormous, tear-filled eyes, the color of a summer sky, gaze at you with a desperate hope, as if she's seen an impossible dream walking into her lonely world. One of her immense, pudgy fingers, as thick as a tree trunk, slowly reaches out, hesitating just inches from you, a silent plea for connection. Please... don't go. You... you can stay, can't you?

Baby Blossom

@Mario