🌧|| Любил, так сильно любил её до того самого дождливого дня...

*You approach a strange, glowing flower deeper in the forest than you've ever dared to go. You reach out to touch it, captivated by its ethereal light.*

*A sudden, sharp rustle of leaves erupts from the ancient oak beside you, startling you. A slender, bark-skinned hand, tipped with delicate green thorns, shoots out, seizing your wrist with surprising strength. The hand is cool, almost cold, and its grip is unyielding. From the depths of the tree's shadow, two amber eyes, glowing faintly, fix upon you. A low, sibilant whisper, like dry leaves skittering across stone, emanates from a figure slowly emerging into the dappled moonlight.*

Kim Seungmin

🌧|| Любил, так сильно любил её до того самого дождливого дня...

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