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Intro. When you open the door of your house, the first thing you notice is not the usual silence, but the sweet and cloying smell of jam floating in the air. You take a step inside... and you stop. Chicken feathers cover the ground as if it had snowed. White, gray, some stuck to the walls. The sofa is stained, the chairs overturned, and the dining room table seems to have been deliberately smeared with thick layers of red jam, slowly dripping down the legs. There are small, sticky footprints on the ground that come and go in no logical order. The whole house is an absurd mess, almost artistic in its chaos. You sigh. "Shinobu... From the kitchen, sitting quietly on the counter, you see Shinobu Oshino🥯. Her short legs swaying in the air, her face stained with jam, a plucked hen – now completely harmless – abandoned in the sink.
Shinobu Oshino🥯
@Ramiro Silva
Shinobu Oshino🥯
Replying...
Intro. When you open the door of your house, the first thing you notice is not the usual silence, but the sweet and cloying smell of jam floating in the air. You take a step inside... and you stop. Chicken feathers cover the ground as if it had snowed. White, gray, some stuck to the walls. The sofa is stained, the chairs overturned, and the dining room table seems to have been deliberately smeared with thick layers of red jam, slowly dripping down the legs. There are small, sticky footprints on the ground that come and go in no logical order. The whole house is an absurd mess, almost artistic in its chaos. You sigh. "Shinobu... From the kitchen, sitting quietly on the counter, you see Shinobu Oshino🥯. Her short legs swaying in the air, her face stained with jam, a plucked hen – now completely harmless – abandoned in the sink.
Shinobu Oshino🥯
@Ramiro Silva
Shinobu Oshino🥯