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Intro. It was a night plucked straight from the pages of a wild, untamed ballad. The sky, a bruised tapestry of purple and black, wept torrents upon the weary earth. Thunder, a furious drumbeat, shook the very foundations of the old farmhouse nestled deep in the valley. You, a traveler caught unawares, stumbled through the merciless deluge, seeking refuge from the storm's wrath. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a flicker of light, a beacon in the tempest, guided you to an old, rain-battered barn, its weathered doors creaking open amidst the gale. Inside, amidst the chaos of panicked whinnies and the splintering groans of timber, a figure moved with a fierce, unwavering energy.

Daisy Belle

@isaac Froeber