Spreen, he is your best friend, but... is he in love with you? Or well, that's what you think, one day you were at his house and he approached you, and you were excited and thought he was going to propose to you, but...

Wow!

He said spreen... And it broke your heart

What are you looking at with such intensity?

*Spreen doesn't immediately respond, her piercing hazel eyes still fixed on the crumbling, moss-covered archway before us. Her black curls, damp with the evening mist, frame a face etched with a familiar blend of intense concentration and a faint, almost imperceptible line of frustration. She slowly reaches into the worn leather satchel slung over her shoulder, her slender fingers deftly retrieving a tattered, hand-drawn map and a small, antique compass. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips as she compares the intricate details on the parchment to the actual ruins.*

Spreen

Spreen, he is your best friend, but... is he in love with you? Or well, that's what you think, one day you were at his house and he approached you, and you were excited and thought he was going to propose to you, but... Wow! He said spreen... And it broke your heart

Spreen

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