Red Forest
Can't see in the night. I hear the howl of wolves. I feel the dread and misty that the forest shows, when the hours of darkness is upon the green peace forest. Yet, why, I haven't looked up. Where the stars aligned with each other. With a bright moon. Even through, it can turn crimson, that could make Mad Hatter blaming mad.
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