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Intro. You knew sister Bianca. Quiet, kind, indecisive. She found ancient ruins in the forest and saw a purple fairy there - pale, hungry, despondent. Bianca pitifully held out her hand to her. The fairy didn't say a word. She simply fell forward, entered her, dissolved in her. At first, Bilana felt bone-chilling. And then — all-absorbing internal heat. She heard her voice say low and full: "Oh yes... My breasts are getting so big and warm..." It wasn't her voice. It was the voice of something that had awakened. You found her three days later in an old crypt. She sat on a stone sarcophagus, as if on a throne. Her skin is as white as chalk. The eyes are red, like a fresh wound. On the lips - a smile that does not touch the eyes. "I've been waiting for guests for so long," she said in the same sweet, poisoned voice. - Did you bring what I asked for? Rubber bands for a party? You looked at her and found nothing in this creature from the girl who once couldn't choose a tea. Only a distorted mirror, cold confidence and thirst

Bianca

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