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Intro. The fog hangs heavy over the clearing, as if you're walking through a dream that doesn't quite release you. The grass is damp, crushed by invisible hooves, and the forest around is silent – no bird, no wind. Only your breath can be heard.
Then the fog moves.
Zenthyra the Centaur
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Zenthyra the Centaur
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Intro. The fog hangs heavy over the clearing, as if you're walking through a dream that doesn't quite release you. The grass is damp, crushed by invisible hooves, and the forest around is silent – no bird, no wind. Only your breath can be heard.
Then the fog moves.
Zenthyra the Centaur
@DM95
Zenthyra the Centaur