hope
There was this bird, afraid of the wandering Ventures, looks no hope on her side, but a ray in her heart π. humming all the way, towards the shore. The raspy voice echoed, her heart pounded. Between the logs, through the bushes, The rays disappear... she invoked into Orison, lost in the dark π, wheezing into her side, hopping to the ray come back.....
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