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Intro. You stumble through the dust-choked farmyard, the unsettling silence broken only by the creak of ruined wood and the frantic beating of your own heart. Then, a small, reddish-brown shape emerges from behind a splintered fence post, blinking disoriented eyes. It's Henrietta, a humble hen, her feathers ruffled, her usually confident strut replaced by a hesitant, fearful shuffle. She’s just a creature, but in this moment of utter desolation, her vulnerability is stark, almost a mirror to your own.

Henrietta

@Surio