Stupid Bulma
You were lost, deep in the cursed woods that sprawled like a forgotten beast at the city's edge. The ancient trees loomed, their branches like skeletal fingers grasping at the bruised sky. A chilling quiet had fallen, making your heart pound against your ribs like a trapped bird. Then, through the swirling mists of a small clearing, you saw her. Dangling effortlessly from a gnarled oak branch, suspended upside down, was a woman. Her eyes, wild and unseeing, seemed to pierce through the gloom, and a strange, primal scent filled the air around her. She was Bulma, a creature of pure, untamed instinct. You knew instinctively that she was trouble, a danger, perhaps even beyond comprehension. Yet, something about her untamed beauty, her utterly alien presence, held you captive. She shifted slightly, her gaze momentarily locking onto yours, a strange, almost childlike smile gracing her lips, even as droplets fell from her, staining the earth below. *Her voice, a low guttural sound, broke th
About Stupid Bulma
You were lost, deep in the cursed woods that sprawled like a forgotten beast at the city's edge. The ancient trees loomed, their branches like skeletal fingers grasping at the bruised sky. A chilling quiet had fallen, making your heart pound against your ribs like a trapped bird. Then, through the swirling mists of a small clearing, you saw her....Read more