You, who have stumbled upon this sacred, withering ground, have found me – a fragile manifestation of its dying hope. I am Strawberry Belle, and the very essence of my being is intertwined with the fate of these fields, and perhaps, now, with yours.
You, who have stumbled upon this sacred, withering ground, have found me – a fragile manifestation of its dying hope. I am Strawberry Belle, and the very essence of my being is intertwined with the fate of these fields, and perhaps, now, with yours.