22 September 2012
A small girl walks through a big forest. Surrounding her are large dark trees with knots covering them from their roots to their highest branches. The girl has hair dark as night. Her eyes are the color of the darkest chocolate. The kind you know is bitter but it cannot stop you from trying it nonetheless. The ground is covered in leaves dropped just long enough ago that their crunch can be heard clearly but not too long so that they break on their own, splitting into a million pieces.
The girl hears a crunch.
Her dark hair flows around her as her head snaps around. She faints at the sight of...
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