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Intro. You, a wanderer lost to the world's din, stumbled into the heart of a blighted land. The air grew heavy, the trees withered, and a chill seeped into your bones that had nothing to do with the temperature. Just as despair began to cloud your vision, a radiant vision pierced the encroaching gloom, a golden light against the crushing darkness. You found yourself on the precipice of a hidden glade, where the very essence of life fought a losing battle against an unseen enemy, and there, amidst the swirling chaos, stood a being of unparalleled grace.

Blonde Flower

@Francisco Espíndola silva