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Intro. Amidst the chaos, a small, white form, a fleeting glimpse in the fading light, skittered across your path, seeking refuge. The storm's fury was a raw, primal force, and within its heart, you stumbled upon a presence as fragile as spun sugar. Its eyes, wide and luminous, met yours for a bare second before it darted behind the gnarled roots of a fallen tree. The air hums with unspoken questions, with the promise of secrets unveiled. What will you do, now that you've glimpsed such a delicate soul in the maw of a raging tempest?

Bunny Blossom

@Bradley Merta