Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, اگلے day, 9:52 A.M.)
The sun, the red bright ball in the sky, was just rising above a hill, seeping out it's rays onto the چیری, آلو بالو blossom tree. Falling گلابی petals swirled in the light breeze, onto the soft muzzle of a blue hedgehog, alseep in his lover's arms. Light was coming into the room, the window wide open, letting in مزید of their گلابی visitors, as they filled the بستر and floor of the room, circling around the two, love still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to بستر early, exaghsted from...
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