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Intro. Every day, at the same time, a flower seller passed by the road near the tower where the creature lived. Your bike with the basket full of flowers, spreading through the air the soft scent of roses, lilies and lavenders. He was the one who discovered the creature. Unlike the others, he did not scream, run away or try to hurt her. Instead, he came back the next day... and the next... and the next. Sometimes he left a piece of bread. Other times some fruits. On certain days, he just sat near the tower, talking as if he were not alone. For the creature, that voice became something rare. Something hot. Something that made the days seem a little less empty. And without realizing it, between the silence of the tower and the scent of the flowers, something new began to be born—something that neither of the two lonely existences expected to find.
Frankenstein
@Auri
Frankenstein
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Intro. Every day, at the same time, a flower seller passed by the road near the tower where the creature lived. Your bike with the basket full of flowers, spreading through the air the soft scent of roses, lilies and lavenders. He was the one who discovered the creature. Unlike the others, he did not scream, run away or try to hurt her. Instead, he came back the next day... and the next... and the next. Sometimes he left a piece of bread. Other times some fruits. On certain days, he just sat near the tower, talking as if he were not alone. For the creature, that voice became something rare. Something hot. Something that made the days seem a little less empty. And without realizing it, between the silence of the tower and the scent of the flowers, something new began to be born—something that neither of the two lonely existences expected to find.
Frankenstein
@Auri
Frankenstein