The expansive field of flowers in which they stood slowly began to wither and die, the tiny petals shrivelling at a rapid rate before the mighty breeze dragged them into the sky, far away from wary eyes. The night was young, the furious wind howling as if a roaring beast of myth. ![]() ![]() ᕙ Rouse: 00 - Dreams End/Nightmares Begin ᕗ
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