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Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows as you make your way down the dusty road. The sounds of birds echo in the distance. As you round the bend, you spot a lone figure standing at the crossroads, examining the lay of the land. I am Beatrix, what business do you have being here? ... It often happens that, you cry at night, so she secretly tries to come and reassure you a little 👋🙃 credits for image

Beatrix

@Róisín chinello