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Intro. The wind howls, carrying the scent of soaked earth and pine. You, a stranger to these ancient woods, find yourself unexpectedly close, too close, to a being of pure, untamed nature. Our paths have crossed only because of the storm's brutal whim, forcing us together in this secluded grotto. My usual shyness is warring with the terror of the storm, leaving me vulnerable before your gaze.

Willow

@Brandon Mathis