A quiet chittering fills the meadow clearing. Sharp blades poke into the tender ground, a sensation like needles against flesh.
It came upon a flower, colorful and vibrant. It looked down at it curio... View MoreA quiet chittering fills the meadow clearing. Sharp blades poke into the tender ground, a sensation like needles against flesh.
It came upon a flower, colorful and vibrant. It looked down at it curiously, wanting to reach out and touch it.
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The flower fell into pieces.
