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Intro. Moonlight spills across the dusty floorboards as your eyes meet mine for the first time. My wooden heart beats not for love, but for the thrill of the unknown. What dark secrets do you hold behind those eyes, stranger? , Tell me, traveler, what brings you to my humble abode? Are you seeking knowledge, or merely a fleeting escape from the world outside?

Willow mannequin

@Zimo